A slight liberty taken in the blog post title today with some lyrics from 'La Cage Aux Folles' but hey! We paid good money to see this musical in the West End a few years ago and I am still recovering from the shock of seeing how butch John Barrowman looks in a frock so I think it is a liberty I am allowed.
You have to do a lot of proving you are who you are when you are buying and selling houses, don't you? Birth certificates no longer seem to be de rigeur in the list of acceptable identification documents. It's all photo i.d and recent utility bills and bank statements and gun licences these days. Andy and I took our i.d into the bank today to get them to certify us as being the people we claim to be, and even the chap who did the certifying made a joke about us bringing in our gun licences. Which we don't have, I hasten to add. Heaven forbid. Nope, we made do with photo driving licences, the latest Council Tax bill and last year's annual mortgage statement. Talking of which, it looks like our mortgage is a go-er...phew!
I've been having minor panic attacks over the whole mortgage malarkey because, even from the get-go I never had it on my radar as being a potential problem. That'll learn me, eh? Anyway, the bank chap called this morning having spoken to his superior, who (sensible lady) said she was happy for us to go ahead with the full application to port our existing mortgage and take out the little bit extra we need to buy wardrobes and a posh dresser and a puppy, and would we like to attend an appointment next Monday morning to make aforesaid application? It was a good job Andy had taken the call because I was hopping up and down in the hallway mouthing 'Next Monday? That's nearly a WHOLE week away...aaarghh!!!' and rolling my eyes in an overly melodramatic fashion. 'Noooooo!' I wanted to shout. 'I want to do the application NOW! Our paperwork is all in order and ready to GO!'
I tell you, my patience is being severely tested at the moment.
Anyway, we not only got ourselves certified today, we also got the ton of paper work sent off to the solicitor's so at least we feel like we've made some sort of progress. And now there is nothing more we can do until next Monday. The ball, as they say, is over the net and in the opposite court.
We continue to de-clutter - the loft is looking positively cavernous. Andy managed to shift my ancient collection of vinyl records for a small sum of cash today; they haven't seen the light of day for about 30 years and they weigh a ton so best disposed of as we move closer to our new life in Shropshire. I am steeling myself to part with my wedding dress but in reality I don't think this is going to happen. There is also the matter of Sam, my five feet high teddy bear. He was an 18th birthday present. Every time I think he ought to go to pastures new he gives me a baleful look.
The hens are getting excited about moving too. They are very much looking forward to rearranging the new half acre garden to their personal taste (that is, if we get the house we want - I am doing a lot of visualising to this end) and I have told them this rearranging is NOT going to happen. They said, 'That's what you think,' and I said, 'It's what I know.'
I went tutoring this morning and when I returned home there was a 'Sold' board in the front garden.
It all seems very real now.