Room dissasembled and mostly packed up, most presents bought, three quarters of the laundry done.
I've now taken my bed apart so many times, that I have favourite parts in doing it. Or least favourite parts.
The next move *will* be out of this country (it better be!) and as much as I like the bed, I'll be glad not to have to move the thing again.
(I only brained myself once this time! I can learn! But not that IKEA tells us it needs two people to put that thing together. That's just ridiculous.)