Sold!

We have sold Fern Villa. We have also bought a new abode, thankfully, and are moving on Feb 1st. I detest moving - the weapons-grade dickheads that find work in the conveyancing trade are enough to cause an embolism on their own. I can't really be bothered to go into specifics because it's too galling, but the first-time buyers at the bottom of the chain didn't realise they'd need their deposit ready before exchange, so there was a lot of needless delay and fuckery. This nothing compared to when we bought Fern Villa in the first place, and the crazy cunts we bought it from nearly pulled out on completion day.

You have to buy a house, really. It's not just a 'rite of passage'. You'll need your own space - a slice of quiet, away from the world, one day. If you live in a city, you can fall into the rent trap (your job keeps you going but you can't afford to buy, ever. From a psychological standpoint, too, I don't think it's healthy to keep renting... unless you live in London, or like listening to people you don't know fucking people you don't like through a thin, chipped-magnolia wall while you're trying to watch Eastenders, of course.

So yeah, we're moving, and I dislike that as a concept. I am physically OK with being close to Nigel and Pam, but I have reservations about how all this is going to pan out once Tam returns to work. I am sure it will all be good, but until we know that for sure, first we must pack everything, chuck out a load of stuff and shell out money all over the gaff. Yay. The prize at the end of the rope is considerable, but the rope is long.