“The Buyer” was round today with his mum measuring for curtains and carpets, etc. Good job he took his mum along, he didn’t have a clue.
He’s not going to budge on having us out of the house. Our house isn’t going to be ready until three weeks after he wants to move in, so that means three weeks with the inlaws. Git.
It’s not just we are going to have to stay with Clares Mum and Dad that’s p*ssing me off, we are going to have to move house *twice*, have the cats vaccinated so they can stop in a cattery (the cattery fees on their own aren’t cheap) and we will have our belongings spread over lots of kind folks houses instead of one convenient place.
We were supposed to go through to see Simon and Julie, but we are much too p*ssed off to have a good time, Clare especially. Rearranged for next weekend.
Clare has a stinker of a cold any way, and it pelted it down with snow on the way home anyway, so maybe it was for best we rearranged.
Instead of seeing Simon and Jules we called in at Nigel and Traceys, who I have started calling our “therapists”. Whenever we are down we seem to end up either at McDonalds drivethru or Nigel and Traceys. We had a good old chat and bitched about the world and felt much better.
As I said above, the weather on the way home was horrendous, hope it’s better for work in the morning.