Well, WE own property, actually.
We found a place, put in an offer, forgot that the government takes a whopping % in taxes so retracted the offer, offered a lower offer, months of waiting for the bank to get into second or third gear and process our paperwork, a nervous vendor who almost pulled out it took the bank so long, a solicitor (lawyer) who had his head up his arse at times andso got on my ****, a heated exchange with the bank in which I risked all by calling them "lazy bastards" followed by a vendor who moved the goalposts from exchange and completion mid October to exchange and complete end November. Plus of course the $$$$$ that drained out of the bank account. Then to top off the council in East London which runs the borough we are moving into - as you may have heard - recently elected an Islamist as Mayor. Yay! Oh well. Do I seem the kind to sport a burqa? Nah.
In between I've been up and down to the hospital like a fiddlers elbow after discovering a complication from earlier in the year which thankfully has been managed very well (thank you private healthcare!). I also flicked open my blog one day recently to read some ugly troll comments which given their personal nature made me close up shop for a long old while to give me time to think about the intertubes (as Buck calls them). Thank you so much for the emails. I appreciated them a lot.
And here we now are. A man has been round to price up the move. I've been buying new prints, artwork and happily perusing furniture websites. All our current furniture bar a few favourite family items is charity bound - a charity souced through the Council collect it all up the week of our move. How efficient!
It's already November, people. November! This year has flown by. Hope everyone is keeping well? I'm back good and proper to bore you all senseless with my witterings. If anyone is still passing by.
Bit of fun for the kitchen above.