..and the Oscar for Neatness in a Starring Role goes to...

We were lucky enough to be in SF on Oscars Night, so for once I didn't have to try to stay awake all night to watch them. It would have taken us 6 hours to drive down to Hollywood, so we had a party in our hotel suite instead. Margo bought food, drink and of course the obligatory tiaras, and we ordered the most expensive pizza in the world from room service. We sat and watched the show in true Californian style, toasting the winners with wine and bitching about the women's dresses.
Our evening of fun was, however, rudely interupted by a chance comment from Jack. Our hotel, part of the Westin chain, is famed for its "heavenly beds". One reason we picked it was to ensure complete comfort for Ross' back.
"That's not a heavenly bed," Jack noted. "In fact it looks like it folds up into the wall."
We'd been so tired when we got in the night before, we hadn't even noticed, but he was right, and Margo deftly pushed it up to prove the point.
Ross was aghast. He wanted his heavenly bed, so he ran down to reception. Always one to get his own way, minutes later he was back.
"You're right. We're moving. Now."
"But we're in the middle of a party," I complained. "We'd have to pack up straight away."
"That's right. Now."

Now what may surprise some of you who know Ross well, is that although his office desk is usually buried under a sea of paper, when it comes to packing he could win awards for neatness. Everything has to be just so, and packing days have become something of an issue between us. As long as a case closes, I can't see the problem, but Ross has to have it pristine. I guess it must be something to do with the x ray machines. I'm sure a security guard must have complimented him on his folding prowess once upon a time.

Anyhow, on this occasion he just didn't have time, and after four weeks of careful packing, we had to throw everything in , not even zipping the cases shut since the management decided we had to move straight away.

So it was we completed our final move zooming down the regal corridors with clothes bulging out of all corner, and Margo pushing our food trolley for all she was worth. Now that should have won an Oscar...