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Moving On…
The time has come, the end is near.
After five years (ish) our Landlord has decided it’s time to sell our flat and has instructed the agents to issue a two-month notice.
I know we were looking at moving but it’s still a bit of a bugger.
Chris, as yet, does not know. He’s not back from Egypt until Wednesday and he’s managed to lose his phone so I have no way of getting in touch.
Still there we are. I have begun a “rationalisation” of stuff in an attempt to reduce the amount we have to move. (And if anyone could get me some cardboard boxes that’d be much appreciated!)
Posted on May 7, 2007 | Filed Under My So-Called Life
Comments
Response left by Ben on May 8th, 2007
I did no such thing.
But yes… you probably do. Because I know you will sulk and not come visit.
Response left by Rob on May 8th, 2007
Yes, you did.
I think regular visits are more of a money and convenience issue for the little unemployed person than sulking! Besides, you could always come back to visit, yourself.
Response left by Ben on May 9th, 2007
So do you know where you’re intending to be?
Response left by Pandemonia on May 10th, 2007
Not yet. A couple of ideas of where to look but to be honest the sudden “oh, I’m selling up” has rather left us a bit “oh!”
Whilst we had a vague idea the landlord had only refurbished the bathroom to make it more saleable, him actually giving us the final countdown has been a bit of a shock. We’d hoped we could have it all on our terms, now it’s on his.
Still, at least he’s positive about us as tenants. A reference shouldn’t be a problem.
Response left by Rob on May 10th, 2007
Got something to say?
YOU LIED TO ME!
Now I need to find a new local ‘Doctor Who boyfriend’.