Oh Lucinda, what rotten luck on the back of such a happy time (well if you take the stress of moving out).

I can so relate to what you are saying, I made a change of dept a few weeks ago that turned out to be a bad idea.

Whenever a certain person at work starts winding me up I just imagine him standing next to some racking just as a very large tin of paint topples over and covers him. He's so predictable that I even imagine all the swear words and huffing and puffing in my vision. It takes quite a bit of effort not to laugh in his face at that point.

Just find your own version of the tin of paint and hold onto it while you are waiting to stick ther perverbial up at them. In fact if you have seriously made your mind up to leave you can adopt a really superior attitude, a sort of I know something you don't, it drives the idiots mad for some reason.

Lots of and to keep you going.