Every time I’ve moved house, or helped somebody else move house, I say “Never Again”. I’ve done one or the other of these things over thirty times.

But there always seems to be another Again.

In fact I should be very grateful for the health and fitness to be able to do this. But eventually it will stop, and Never Again will be carved somewhere upon a stone, or upon somebody else’s memory of me.

For now the aim is to at least be able to move myself and other things until I’m well into my old age. And at my age it is wise to be putting some regular effort into keeping that possibility, as well as myself, alive.

I’m doing that as best I can. And though it’s nicer to be walking up beautiful hills and mountains, rather than dragging king size mattresses up three sets of stairs, in its own way, it’s all fun.

So don’t write my obituary just yet.