And we wait...

I'm sure there will be more stressful times ahead, but this point in the process feels like it may be the worst. The house is up for sale, but no-one is coming to see it; the paperwork is with HRSDC, but we have no further news, and I can't tender my resignation in case it all falls through.

Also, I had to suffer a cortisone injection in my sore elbow this morning.

And then, even as I type this, some news arrives - Zoë's employer has enlisted the help of her local MP, and he has promised to 'light some fires'. A glimmer of hope...

Does this mean I'm going to have to vote Conservative when I get out there?