When we moved a couple of hundred yards away from the old 'Turrets', Mrs Growster used up the last of her amazing energy in giving the old place a good Hoovering.
The following day, when all the packing cases were being cleared out here, we couldn't find the old machine anywhere!
Two-hundred yard dash and yup, there it was, bereft in our old front room, with the new owners (lovely people, Scottish and true to their word on a deal sealed by a handshake), slightly bemused!
Red face? Naaaah; lots of happiness and also some from their small boy, as we'd left him a big pile of Lego...