Up early, as it’s moving day. Out with the dogs for a brisk stroll and then back to the van to prepare for departure. In my teens I suffered from migraines, but thankfully they stopped. Then in my late forties they returned. I wish I knew why and what the trigger was, but when they come they render me useless for an hour or so and thereafter I have a thumping headache. Perhaps it was the thought of doing battle with the awning, but for some reason today is a day that is to be blighted by a migraine.