Two hours we've spent this morning, dealing with all the legal paperwork you need to fill out when you are selling and buying houses. Two hours! And the number of signatures we had to sign...well, given my status as a 'professional' writer (I have just completed my 9th published article which, apparently, affords me claim to such a profession) I think I ought to charge for my autographs. What do you think? It'd knock a few quid off the final bill.
Anyway, all required paperwork is now ready to go in the post tomorrow, recorded delivery, as soon as the bank has verified our identifications. I reckon the postage will be pretty costly, too, as there is about half a stone of paperwork involved. Ah well...means to an end, I suppose. Means to an end.
Yesterday, in between eating a tad too much in the chocolate egg department, me and his Lordship Malarkey were up in the loft having a PROPER turf out. When we moved here 11 and a half years ago, the loft was full. Over the years we have chipped away at its fullness until it was about half empty. Now, it is about a quarter full. A big chunk was dealt with by Heather who went through all her stored stuff in preparation for her own move at the end of April. Andy was admirably ruthless with his bits and pieces, and several bits have gone on Ebay, proceeds from which will go towards the Wardrobe Fund. (Andy reckons we won't get much wardrobe for fifty quid - ahahahahahaha!! But he is also keen to go to auctions to buy 'character' furniture so p'raps we might.)
Of course, lots of yesterday was spent in reminiscence - I found a collection of love letters and cards Andy sent me before we got married, and photos of my dad and of family events from donkey's years ago. School reports. Chris's first ever shoes. Mementoes of mine and Andy's wedding day. Odd things that made me go, 'Aahhh...' They are staying with me. I am not a horder but some little things are linked too closely to precious memories to throw out. They fit in a small box. I've done my bit of downsizing by disposing of bigger stuff.
And so we wait hopefully for tomorrow, for a good news about our mortgage. The sun is shining outside and we managed not to be blown away in the heavy winds last night - cor, they were buffety! I might tackle the kitchen cupboards tomorrow although I gave them a good turf out only a month ago, just before we put the house up for sale. We've a trip to make to the charity shop. I have a tutoring appointment to keep.
A quiet afternoon, then - before the next round of bustle and chaos begins.