I was planning on moving house on Friday. I mean my house does look like an explosion at a box factory. We’re even using the stronger boxes as furniture.
Unfortunately my solicitor has forgotten to deal with one or two vital points including a Deed of Covenant and the signature of a witness on a document that they have had for two months. The buyers of my humble abode have a solicitor even less competent than mine because they have forgotten to order the Drainage and Water searches that they should have ordered as soon as they were instructed.
Everyone is angry. The people we are buying from are angry because they want to move and no one is telling them what the delay is. We’re angry because everyone we deal with seems to have lime jelly for brains. The buyer of my house are angry because he is in London and needs to drive back one night to sign a piece of paper that he could have had ages ago. His mum is angry, I’m not sure why, maybe she’s clingy but that’s beside the point. The only people who aren’t angry are the estate agents who will soon be paid a vast sum of money for doing very little. This is making me angry. Even the kids are angry. OK, we took their beds down and they have to sleep on the floor but I’m sure that is some jelly brained solicitors fault somehow.
I may hulk out tomorrow.
Plus I now have to buy some food….and some alcohol.
I apologise in advance for rude and/or cutting comments that I may come out with in the next ten days. I may just stick to egg related blogs to be on the safe side.
I’m going to bed now to stew in my own suppressed rage.