We’re moving again.  Not really to Russia, I just have never had a reason to use this photo and this seemed like a good excuse. But I digress.  We’re moving again and it’s all my fault.  My Darling One is kind and understanding and generous of heart and spirit and it really is all my fault.  I think I inherited some sort of moving gene, or maybe I got it through osmosis given that my parents moved us every couple of years, although truth be told they had less options than I do, since my Dad was in the RAF and it’s part of the job.  My siblings don’t appear  to have inherited this gene…they tend to stay put.  So it seems it’s only me. We will have moved nine times in the past twelve years, counting this new one. Please let me introduce the General, who has stood in…