Happy moving day! A phrase usually reserved for another sport, or more realistically the act of purchasing a new home. In this case though it’s every bit as appropriate as it’s the middle section of the season, where we pick up on a Thursday evening just as the clocks are about to go back. That extra hour of sleeping (if you don’t have children, otherwise it’s just a 25 hour day) (with one less hour spent sleeping) will hopefully empower us to a successful winter, including two more trophies and a passage to the latter stages of others. Now that my friends is an intro.
