That's what they used to call out on the bus after it had broken down, "All change!" and then my heart would sink as I realised I'd have to wake up from my daydream and comfortable position, to shuffle along the aisle of the bus with all the other people then stand in yet another cold queue for the next one, knowing there'd be a fuss with the new driver over whether my ticket was valid ot not.
"Where is my ticket??!!"
And lots and lots of painting as it begins its journey to a new personality. I shall keep you posted with the results!