Thoughts on moving home, UK-stylee
1. What a fucking palaver. From start to finish, it's one load of bollocks after another. Searches. Surveys. And everything takes at least a week to turn around.
1a. What a fucking paper-based palaver. You want to know who still uses fax machines? Solicitors, that's who. And mortgage lenders.
2. What a fucking expensive palaver. Excluding the actual cost of the property, this will have cost me the thick end of four bags by the time we're across the threshold.
3. I'm going to live by the sea :D [happydance.gif]
4. All I can taste is parcel tape.
5. Where did all these books come from?
6. Fuck me, books are really heavy when you box them up.
7. What? More fucking books? You are shitting me, right?
8. I'd have been fucking moved three weeks ago if my buyer's surveyor had not failed to show up three times.
9. I wonder what meal can be had from two tins of water chestnuts, a tin of mushy peas, half a jar of pickled red cabbage, and some potatoes?
10. That mirror above the fireplace is really, really fucking big.
11. Friday night can't come soon enough. Saturday morning will involve sitting in the new garden, eating bacon sandwiches and deciding what to do first to our new house. Weather is irrelevant :)
12. My estate agent can fuck right off if they think that after spending £2K with them to sell my house, I'm driving into Middlesbrough to drop the keys off at their branch. They can come and get them.
1a. What a fucking paper-based palaver. You want to know who still uses fax machines? Solicitors, that's who. And mortgage lenders.
2. What a fucking expensive palaver. Excluding the actual cost of the property, this will have cost me the thick end of four bags by the time we're across the threshold.
3. I'm going to live by the sea :D [happydance.gif]
4. All I can taste is parcel tape.
5. Where did all these books come from?
6. Fuck me, books are really heavy when you box them up.
7. What? More fucking books? You are shitting me, right?
8. I'd have been fucking moved three weeks ago if my buyer's surveyor had not failed to show up three times.
9. I wonder what meal can be had from two tins of water chestnuts, a tin of mushy peas, half a jar of pickled red cabbage, and some potatoes?
10. That mirror above the fireplace is really, really fucking big.
11. Friday night can't come soon enough. Saturday morning will involve sitting in the new garden, eating bacon sandwiches and deciding what to do first to our new house. Weather is irrelevant :)
12. My estate agent can fuck right off if they think that after spending £2K with them to sell my house, I'm driving into Middlesbrough to drop the keys off at their branch. They can come and get them.
