Hello all.
Sorry, I'm not a Mum, never got the chance plus I'm one of those selfish cows who valued income over popping a sprog or two into action, best left for those much more devoted to offspring than me. However, I do have adorable niece and nephew who I couldn't love any more than if I had gruffed them into life myself. I often come across stuff on Mumsnet, and have read with much sorrow, intrigue, curiosity, and sometimes gales of laughter. That's kinda where I am right now. Yesterday fell victim to gazundering on my late Mum's home. My niece is currently living at mum's, the third generation of our family to occupy the land/home. So I'm pretty pissed off that the developers I'd hoped to sell to are attempting to drop the already agreed sale price, because they don't want to pay their dues via commuted sum to local authority. Slimy fuckers!! I have spent the whole day swinging wildly between fits of rage and tears. My poor partner doesn't know what to do or say, only that everything he does do or say, is wrong. Not his fault. I hate that this is happening, but I refuse to be a victim. Having trawled the internet, I'm tempted to follow my heart and tell them to get stuffed! But I'm executor for the estate, so I'm stuck between a brick and a hard place since I have to do the best deal for all beneficiaries. Mum died after a short battle with cancer in October 2016. She was strong willed, feisty and determined. She'd be turning in her grave if I gave in to being bullied or browbeaten by developers. I was just looking at gazundering info, to gather more intel to do battle with, when I came across your thread about gazundering revenge. My eyes are like pissholes in the snow, so sore from crying all day, but now from laughing, thanks to all the glorious, and I gave to say, likeminded souls out there who think the same as I do. Prawns in the curtain poles had me wetting myself, and I feel I may have to borrow a dog or a baby, maybe even both, to see if I can persuade them to throw up into floorboard cracks!! Lol. Also, the technical thrill of piercing window seals held appeal, though sadly wouldn't work on our old crittal aluminium windows, still bloody funny. Dead nice a bit gross, but also had some merit. He'll hath no fury eh. Thanks for turning my day around. Going to have a nice hot bath now, and plot revenge!! :-)