her very own garden with flower beds to dig up, families of lizards to traumatise and a resident hadida to greet every morning with the rather alarming yapping concerto that only a pavement special can make. Her owners are also rather proud to report that they no longer live in a loft apartment where storage tetris is a necessity, but have moved into a house with not one, but two spare rooms, which makes deciding where to store the Christmas tree a question of preference rather than necessity. After six years in the apartment that facilitated turning the boy next door into my husband, saw two rocking chairs, a double bed and a secondhand washing machine become a fully furnished home, and taught me how to sleep through just about anything (including the downstairs neighbor's obsession with beating her laundry into submission at 5am every morning), The Winderleys have adapted rather easily to a new address. It took 72 hours, 30-something boxes, a 5-ton truck and strategic doses