I have a love-hate relationship with moving house. On the one hand, there is the flurry of activity - packing boxes, trying to work out how to transport chairs without turning them into toothpicks and the inevitable strained muscles that only get used moving house.
Yet on the other side of the coin, I've found boxes that have been forgotten for years that were packed a few houses ago.
A cordless telephone? Wow! When did I buy that? And why have I been using an inferior telephone all this time? And where did this Venetian Colander come from?
The most rewarding feeling came when I finally transported our washing machine to the new house, after a few weeks of not having any washing machine. There's nothing like the feeling of having clean clothes.