As I've said a few times, all the nights I spent at the gym prior to moving into our new house really paid off. While I'm nowhere near as strong as the movers were I can still pick stuff up and put it down again without a whole lot of trouble. At least, until Lyssa pointed this out to me:

The left-hand image was taken an hour after Lyssa noticed; the right-hand image was taken a week later.

It seems that, while cleaning up the basement last friday I managed to give myself a subconjunctival haemorrhage. To put it another …