Householder!

As of about of 30 hours ago, I'm officially back on the property ladder. It almost failed to happen yesterday, though, due to a piece of crass incompetence by the estate agents - I was very annoyed (and K was very embarrassed by my reaction), but they found a way to solve the problem, which otherwise would've meant another 450 mile round trip for me and a day's delay, releasing the keys to me just after midday. I was still grousing about the incident on the bus to the flat, but my spirits were very much lifted as soon as the door opened, reminding me what I'm getting for my money. The flat was in immaculate order, all the furniture and fittings were as described and, as far as I could see, all working. If I'd had some bedding and a change of clothes, I could've stayed there last night. As things worked out, though, I'm back in 'domicile-ville' at the moment - K had to head back to uni today, and I haven't got the wherewithal to move house yet - my brother will be helping me, but he's not available for a couple of weeks, but by the end of the month, I'll be living in the place permanently. My home. Just awesome!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Virtually there!

Within the last 90 minutes, I've completed the last bit of bureaucracy with the solicitors as regards the flat (as well as draining two thirds of my bank account!), meaning that the next transaction with the property will be picking up the keys on Thursday morning/lunchtime. My home! Amazing! To make it even better, K should be with me when it goes through - looking after her investment, I guess, given that she will be the beneficiary of my estate, such as it is, when the time comes. So, back to the North West, after almost 20 years. Plus ça change, and all that.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B