Howdy.
It has been quite a week, but hopefully the crazy stuff is drawing to an end. It just gets plain crazy from now on.
In the past week I have seen my bank manager four times, Jools has been there as well once, we saw her bank manager last night as well, just to get another mortgage offer.
Then we have seen solicitors three times, estate agents a couple of times; and then there is the phone calls; four sets of solicitors, estate agents, then there is the headhunting agency that wants me to join another company.
Big choices to be made in the next week.
But, this is the situation; the woman has accepted the contact drwn up by my solicitor. Hers now have to draw up one of their own and then we sign both; at that point it becomes lagally binding. Apparantly.
We have begun the purchase process on our dream house in the country; thats what we call it. That depends on my place being sold. Once the contracts have been exchanged on my place we go helter skelter for the place in St Margarets at Cliffe.
I mention the name of the village for the first time, as its very beautiful and think maybe my friends would like to know where dream house in the country is. It's not right on the edge of the cliff, but about half a mile away, walkable in a few minutes. Only there are three pubs to get by first!
The rest is detail.
We are concerned about buying a house right now, but as we're buying it for a home not an investment then we think it'll be ok.
We have a friend coming round for dinner tonight; I have made stew. It is winter, and there will be some rather nice wine. I also have some garlic bread which we will toast with some nice Wensleydale with cranberries, which should be right tasty.
Wensleydale is cheese.
It's also a place.
In Yorkshire.
Where they make the said cheese.
The stew is my own recipe, and has three pints of beer in its gravy, and is mighty tasty I can tell you.
Other than the exciting bit about the entertaining tonight, its been a quiet day, I went to Deal to walk along the pier to see the new cafe that has been built there, and take some pictures. I had lunch in a pub where a pint of Tetley's washed down a small plate of Nachos with extra chillies.
I noticed Woolworths was still open, but it seems that all their shops in Britain will close tomorrow; another familiar face on the High Street bites the dust. Unless Gordon feels like bailing them out as well. Why stop at just banks?
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