Eurgh
I am at work with very little to do, save for inputting discharges on to the computer, which is dull in itself, but deathly so when the software freezes every few minutes. I have decided to make use of this frequent thumb-twiddling time to write this instead. :/
On the house selling front, nothing continues to happen. The buyer has decided to traipse a builder round to the house to see how much she can screw us for regarding the non-essential cosmetic work that supposedly needs doing. We are one step ahead of her, though, having arranged for our own builder to go round there tonight and give us a quote of his own, so if she tries to pull a fast one we can rebut it.
It’s all so frustrating and more stressful than I could ever have imagined. I remember how awful it was when we moved here 20 years ago; this is just as bad, and it’s not even us moving. All I know is that the huge disruption we will have to undergo over the 3 months or so that the building works are in progress seems like a walk in the park compared to the way I’m feeling now! I can’t imagine how my mum must be feeling.
In what I think is partly a subconscious bid to reduce my stress levels and partly a symptom of my obsessive-compulsive tendencies, I am addicted to The Sims Social on Facebook. I discovered it only two or three weeks ago and it is eating my life. I am naturally acquisitive so this game, which involves buying rooms and land and stuff to fill them with, is perfectly designed for me. Sighs.
We looked at even more kitchens this last weekend. I now have a very definite idea in my head of the sort of layout I would like, and the style and colour of units and worktop. The designer will come on Saturday and plan it out for us and we will then be able to price up all the different options. All I will say is that if I can’t have the dark blue granite I will be very upset.
On the house selling front, nothing continues to happen. The buyer has decided to traipse a builder round to the house to see how much she can screw us for regarding the non-essential cosmetic work that supposedly needs doing. We are one step ahead of her, though, having arranged for our own builder to go round there tonight and give us a quote of his own, so if she tries to pull a fast one we can rebut it.
It’s all so frustrating and more stressful than I could ever have imagined. I remember how awful it was when we moved here 20 years ago; this is just as bad, and it’s not even us moving. All I know is that the huge disruption we will have to undergo over the 3 months or so that the building works are in progress seems like a walk in the park compared to the way I’m feeling now! I can’t imagine how my mum must be feeling.
In what I think is partly a subconscious bid to reduce my stress levels and partly a symptom of my obsessive-compulsive tendencies, I am addicted to The Sims Social on Facebook. I discovered it only two or three weeks ago and it is eating my life. I am naturally acquisitive so this game, which involves buying rooms and land and stuff to fill them with, is perfectly designed for me. Sighs.
We looked at even more kitchens this last weekend. I now have a very definite idea in my head of the sort of layout I would like, and the style and colour of units and worktop. The designer will come on Saturday and plan it out for us and we will then be able to price up all the different options. All I will say is that if I can’t have the dark blue granite I will be very upset.