Another day in House Move Hell
The &*%$ we are attempting to buy from has now reversed her decision of yesterday, and won't move out -- so Plan B of finding another property is our only option, while our buyers want to move in a matter of weeks. This morning answering a list of solicitors questions, some of which revolve around a bull's-eye window in our property. I replied in shouty capitals after having made this point twice already that there are no effing bull's eye windows in the property. This done, a new and longer list arrived from the solicitors an hour later, asking many more idiotic questions. Lorraine and I having conversations with estate agents. This is house move hell.
To put it mildly, the mindset I need to be in to do real work is almost impossible to achieve. Luckily there is a smidge of undemanding German work coming through.
In the afternoon off to meet Mindy, who is in Brighton and we sat outside in the cafe in the Pavilion Gardens for an hour or so, before her partner David, who it transpires lives in the Marina came to collect her. Good to catch up with Mindy, who was in excellent health, and full of various stories about the stress of living with a teenage son who balks at authority and rules, randomly buying a cottage in Wales 'if you want to make absolutely sure you get rid of All of your money, buy a cottage in Wales' and so on. David is a keen sailor and has a sailboat, after doing this up for some months he took Mindy out on it, and she described the scene of herself looking glam, wind in her hair on the deck, till they got outside the marina, where she was repeatedly sick. David, in what have been a moment full of mixed feelings, explained that this was the calmest it could be without having to use the motor.
Then to the gym, where I had a psychologically healthy go on the cross trainer and rowing machine. Home and Dawn arrived for some grub with us and much chatting. Discussion of how the full moon has been making everyone cranky and much mutual consolation about the many levels of House Move Hell.
To put it mildly, the mindset I need to be in to do real work is almost impossible to achieve. Luckily there is a smidge of undemanding German work coming through.
In the afternoon off to meet Mindy, who is in Brighton and we sat outside in the cafe in the Pavilion Gardens for an hour or so, before her partner David, who it transpires lives in the Marina came to collect her. Good to catch up with Mindy, who was in excellent health, and full of various stories about the stress of living with a teenage son who balks at authority and rules, randomly buying a cottage in Wales 'if you want to make absolutely sure you get rid of All of your money, buy a cottage in Wales' and so on. David is a keen sailor and has a sailboat, after doing this up for some months he took Mindy out on it, and she described the scene of herself looking glam, wind in her hair on the deck, till they got outside the marina, where she was repeatedly sick. David, in what have been a moment full of mixed feelings, explained that this was the calmest it could be without having to use the motor.
Then to the gym, where I had a psychologically healthy go on the cross trainer and rowing machine. Home and Dawn arrived for some grub with us and much chatting. Discussion of how the full moon has been making everyone cranky and much mutual consolation about the many levels of House Move Hell.
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