Announcement day and an oversized Batman

Well, it's public. I mean more public. A series of high level talks behind closed doors on Friday resulted in three things at work

1. I am going to Canada
2. They are happy for me
3. Subject to business needs, the door will still be open when I come back.

All round, I couldn't have hoped for better. I seriously underestimated how liked I was by a number of people I highly respect on a number of levels. I know now. I'm profoundly grateful.

Of course no time to go home and collapse because it's packin' time. Now, I haven't had to pack for 6 years. I am sure there is a precise and scientific method to it, but I think that my abilities may be more Van Gogh then CSI Miami. So, I would like to hear your packing tips. Including suitable background music. Should I be listening to the 100 all-time greatest beer songs to keep a cheap n' cheerful attitude? Some chick rock whilst I go about ritually purging the place, or some sentimental "Moonlight Sonata" for going through old photos.

I am starting to conclude you are not what you eat. You are what you hoard. I have no idea what to do with the gardening tools I optimistically kept despite having a track record of being able to kill cactii. I keep hoping one day my parents' genes will kick in on that count. Late onset green thumb?
Let's not forget the oversized 2ft Batman Returns action figure given to me for Christmas more than a year ago. It was given in kindness, affection and good humour but stands the test of time as the most inappropriate thing I've received from a bloke. What is the time span on moving it on to a charity? No doubt there is a 5 year old modern-day Tiny Tim somewhere who would be esctatic to receive what I consider to be a big black creepy doll this Christmas. Otherwise, its days are numbered in my care.