It appears that we won't be completing last Monday. The estate agents have cocked up and nothing has been done. We are still in the same position as we were six weeks ago.
I could rant about this forever, but I'm moving on because I have to.
We went to Norfolk today having arranged with Mr and Mrs Vendor to meet us at the house so we could measure up supposedly for curtains, but really we need exact measurements so we can plan the bathroom. It's really strange going round someone else's house making plans but having to whisper because you think they will be offended.
I feel bad for Mrs Vendor (that's not their real name you know), I think she really would have loved the house to have been nice and well looked after and...homey. I think they just didn't have the time, the inclination or the money. He kept apologising for the rubbish and stuff everywhere but she knew that we knew that it is what it is, and that there was no point apologising for it.
Anyway, even though the house was freezing, filthy, full of stuff, has plants growing in the gutters but not in the garden, it's going to be ours sooner or later. I did know a moment of panic when I first went in and thought God, what are we doing? But once again the lounge amazed me and I could almost see the Christmas tree in the bay window.
Watch this space...
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