Thursday, January 31, 2013

Stop with the detail...

Inappropriate relative was here again this weekend. Within 10 minutes she had let slip that she was ill the week before. Without even being asked why, she told us that she had a cough and a stomach bug: "So everytime I coughed it was coming out of both ends".

Lovely. Really lovely. And then I heard her recounting the story to another relative 2 hours later. Have some pride woman, we don't want to hear about your nether regions every single time we see you!!!

More houses...

Tell me if I'm boring you yet! This house malarkey is taking over my entire life. Hours on the net searching for my perfect house, only to go and view them and find out they are half the size of my current house, are built on a fly tip, or are 10 miles from the station. Photos are very deceiving, estate agents have the use of the wide angle lens down to a fine art. And I learnt after last week to read the room dimensions, so many 3 bed houses have less floor space than ours, it isn't worth it for an extra bedroom.

But in positive news, even if we don't sell, we'll hopefully be getting an extension so I can have my lovely kitchen diner that I dream about. Even if I have to build it myself!

Wednesday, January 23, 2013


Sometimes my kids surprise me in a good way. At Christmas we got my eldest a Nintendo DS, got it off Ebay as they are really hard to get hold of these days, and 10 days after Christmas it stopped working. Then it turned out it was fake, Ebay were shit, and the seller had done a bunk. The boy was upset, but came up to me and said "don't worry mummy, I can get another one next Christmas". It broke my heart bless him! Luckily we managed to get a replacement, and everything is rosy, but I never expected him to be so grown up about it.


So 4 months on and LOTS of viewers on, WE SOLD OUR HOUSE!!! Well, this is all subject to the survey so I'm holding my breath and preparing a big bung for the chap who comes and does the survey to ignore our dodgy wiring. Selling a house is SO stressful, you spend weeks constantly tidying and cleaning, for strangers to tramp through your home and then turn it down over some stupid thing like the roof tiles being the wrong colour. And it was only when I shouted at our estate agents, told them they were rubbish, and we were instructing someone else that they actually got their arses in gear and sold it a week before we were changing! Ha! The threat of losing 3 grand in fees works wonders I find.

Now we have to find somewhere. And I am finding it quite stressful too. I quite enjoyed the weeks of surfing the net looking at people's kitchens and scoffing at their green bathrooms. Now we have to actually narrow them down and go and look at them I've hit a brick wall. You would think the option of tramping round other people's houses and moaning about the colour of their kettle would be fun, we could look at all the houses around and have some fun. I don't know why I'm worrying!

And the thing I am really worrying about?! Moving day. How do I make the house nice and clean for the new owners while moving out all our stuff, moving it to another house which will probably also need cleaning, and then find the kettle?! The stupid things we worry about, honestly.