Hello everyone. I've missed you.
I'm so sorry to hear of jellybeans's sad, sad news. It's just terrible.
Glad you're back with us Jess, but very sorry to hear you've been so poorly. I'm glad you're being looked after.
How is your DH FSF? Are you having to do a lot of looking after him?
MKG - I know you're shocked you're having a boy! The good thing is that your sons are close enough in age to play together. It will be nice for them, even if it's very noisy for you!
I'm never going to be able to mention everyone by name, sorry. I promise I have read EVERYTHING I missed.
Oh, LG&T. Your kids are lovely. And all the bumps are VERY neat. I'm . I've got such a fat ass.
Well I'm delighted to be back at work. I never thought I'd say that. It's the first time I've sat down for a week. House was manky as you know, but managed to get kitchen sorted on Thursday. It took TEN hours. Can you believe it? Worked from 9 til 7, ate some toast standing up and as I'm not used to standing all day, I could acutally barely walk at the end. Was hobbling around with sore feet and sore back. DH helpfully suggested I shouldn't have done so much, but I pointed out that was nowhere to sit, nowhere to eat, no tv, no broadband, no books; so unless I went out for the day, there was feck all else I could do with myself.
He sorted out living room on Thurs night which was VERY helpful, but unfortunately decided to do it after midnight, got to bed at 5am, then got up at 9. Called in sick to work and decided the next most important thing to do was insist I brought him to Argos to buy a pressure washer to hose down the decking. I dropped him home afterwards and told him to get ready for his weekend away (stag do) and I went ot the launderette and supermarket. Texted from supermarket to say I was just paying and to be ready to go within 20 mins so I could take him to airport train. He phoned just as I was pulling up to say he couldn't find anything (quel surprise!) and he wasn't ready because he'd been out the back with his new toy. Arse. Anyway, managed to get him out the door, to the station and he got to the check in desk, with I kid you not, 90 seconds to spare.
DD brought a friend home from school on Fri evening and my friend came over for a couple of hours, which was great, becuase it meant I sat down for a while. Sky installations came on Saturday and refused to put up my dish as the phone wasn't working properly. Did some jobs, went to the launderette again (going to be bloody ages before I get a washing machine - arrggh) and made two huge casseroles for Sunday dinner. DH invited his cousin to stay Sun and Mon night and offered me to go and get him from the Heathrow express train. Then invited his sister, BIL and three kids. Then texted from Barcelona to say "by the way, have also invited Cousin X." Thanks a lot! Thankfully, very kind BIL offered to drop off SIL and kids on Sunday and then go to Paddington for me and made a dessert, bless him.
DH could barely speak with post-stag weekend fatigue when he got back. I had stayed up (foolishly, I know) until 3am cleaning out the cupboards and wardrobes in the dressing room and putting things away on Sat night and had to get up at 9am to finish preparing for the hoards arriving.
However, everyone commented on how it looked like we'd been living there for three weeks, not three days, so I felt quite pleased with myself.
Just been emailing the vendor now. He's trying to say, "oh those Christmas decorations I left, you can keep those." So I've gone back and said actually, you left . I can box them up for you if that helps. Just let me know when you'd like to pick them up. Trying to be firm without saying, "you're in breach of contract," though that is what I want to say. Better if I can shame him into sorting it out before I get legal on his ass. (Which, frankly, will be more expensive than paying a rubbish clearance person myself.)
It's not like he's short of a few bob. I have a pretty good idea what profit he made on the house as he mentioned when he bought it. He could easily have paid a man with a van to clear his rubbish. If we'd bought from an old woman who couldn't cope with it all, I would have been more lenient, but this guy is just taking the proverbial.
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