So a big thank you to Bev and Simon, who not only reinforced my belief that marriages can work, but assisted us in getting rid of the base of our kingsize bed and a wardrobe.
It was also my brother, Shauns, birthday on Saturday. I called him on Friday thinking it was Friday but forgot to call back on Saturday. I am a bad beastly sister and I do not deserve him.
The buyers from hell are living up to their name, last week they were demanding we move out on the 11th, otherwise they would withdraw from the sale, on Friday I got a letter off my solicitor saying they were happy to move out on the 18th. Totally confused I'm now attempting to get hold of the solicitor to clarify exactly when we are supposed to be moving out. K says we should just go with the last letter and if they turn up this weekend that's their fault. Me personally would just like things to be clarified, is this too much to ask, so I'm going with the phone call. If it is the 18th things will fall into place nicely as we will be able to move things into the trailer this weekend. If its the 11th look out for huge explosions and very grumpy me.
Why is life never easy?
