Evening ladies, no time for personals as have had a shitter of a afternoon.
Welcome to the newbloods though...fear not, we're agentle bunch.....mostly
Lizzz, as forthe damp. When we sold out house the surveyor said he's never done an old house and not found at least a tiny bit of damp, he said he often only recorded it if it was over a certain level though (we had new damp proofing, but he found a smidgen of damp)
Our solitor and surveyor also said that the top leevl survey will tell you everythig that is wrong with the hosue and everything that is right. So you really pay the extra money to find out stuff is ok.
Saying all this, if the survey says tha damp is more than normal(or wahtever the term they use) I'd deffo get a specailist in to check it.
You can also getthe price kncoked off the house!
My afternoon wentt from bad to worse. Dh pissed me right off by giving me aleaflet sayding "look here ajob for you" it was a leaflet distributer(sp), I said "Ummmm, how would I find time to do deliver 100 leaflet for 5p then"
He then look atthe website address on the leaflet.
As i was leaving to go shopping I told him tp phone them, and find out...I'll do it if that what he wants.
Guess what he said.....
"LTH...you always read into things too much"
FFS...he's the one who gave me the leaflet and gotthe website up.
Ok, so now I take the kids to sainsburys, which in itself it a fate worse than death. George is getting hungry and moany so we rush around thwe shop.
Shopping done we drive home.
George is starving hungry and really pissed off that we're not indoors with bottle in gob!
Get kids and shopping out of car and discover I haven't got any door keys and DH is at work.
OH...MY....F*CKING...GOOD ...GOD
We're locked out with lots of shopping that need the fridge and starving, extremley pissed off baby.
I phone his work jsut in time before he gets on the choo choo to drive it and tell him to leave his keys there.
I then drive like a lunatic to eastbourne and get the keys and drive evenfaster to get home.