Completion day
I went to work as usual for the morning, in a miserly attempt to conserve my stores of leave for the year (which, frankly, are in no need of that level of care). Around half past ten I got the call telling me completion had gone off without a hitch and I could collect the key from the estate agent any time I liked, so at lunchtime I went out and did so.
Went into the house around 3pm; the previous owners and their extended family were still hanging around clearing out the last few bits and bobs, but that was vaguely useful because it let them show me how all the locks worked and where the non-
And then I panicked. There was no other word for it, really. Somehow, during that visit, I'd managed to give myself the impression that it was actually an incredibly grotty and unpleasant place and I'd just spent mumble-
So, tomorrow Dad's coming up to look over the place and (almost certainly) give me reams and reams of assorted advice; some time next week some furniture and stuff will start to arrive; one of the upstairs rooms might actually need preemptive redecoration (or conceivably thermonuclear rehabilitation); and at some point after all that I need to arrange to actually move in.
It's almost beginning to be exciting now.
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I continue to wish thee luck.
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Congratulations! You can start believing it now :-)
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Of course, one person's idea of clean may not exactly coincide with someone else's...
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You are no longer merely Mr. SimonT; You are SimonT esquire.
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Consider painting before adding furniture - much easier that way... and yes, lofts are always scungy; even my mother's loft is scungy and she won't put up with dirt in the house.
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Congratulations!!
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*hug* It's going to be fine.
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