Dust mask and gloves

Well, an evening with the (virtual) PPE, and the diaries are crawling, ever so slowly, into the 20th century.  I’ve stayed to get my head around responsive themes, page building plugins and the new generation of widgets. All I need now is something to talk about.

Actually, a lot of it is about getting into a position to help Mrs B set up a business site. Having spent longer than is good for anybody’s state of mind looking for a job, she has decided to take things into her own hands. Keep a lookout if you need help with sorting out your business approach and processes wrt expert.

How long has it been?

How long has it been?  Quite a while, I don’t really want to think about it.  Suffice to say, I ended up here ‘cos I was updating the PHP version on my hosting and thought ‘Ooh, better check WordPress is still happy.’  There are cobwebs everywhere, I could really do with a dustmask.

Sorry, I can’t face the stour.  I’ll have to work up to cleaning up and decorating in here.

OMG

I just agreed over the phone to pay huge sums of money to someone else until I’m 60 years old.  That’s nearly as old as my wife is today.  Holy cow!  Even worse, she’ll be a hundred and umpty teenth by the time it’s paid off…Continue reading

Rollercoaster ride

We’re part way through moving house.  In a very real way now that we haven’t been since we started.  Last week, Monday I think, we received an offer on the house that we accepted.  After a little tooing and froing we had a revision done and a formal acceptance out, hopefully, yesterday if our solicitors dictation didn’t get lost! 😮More...

Under the Scottish system it ain’t over till the fat lady sings, or in this case till the solicitors “conclude missives” which could be up to another couple of weeks.  Until then, we’ve not technically sold as the buyer could pull out; as could we for that matter but that’s not going to happen.  As it stands, from the 12th of November we could be homeless.  Holy cow!  I’ve only had a house for 5 years but already is seems like an essential fashion accessory that I couldn’t imagine being without.  That’s when the rollercoaster started.  Up till this point it was all a fairly even gradient of tension and excitement, culminating in the offer to buy our place.

Now the ‘fun’ has started with trying to find, afford and secure a home to move into.  After a bit of despair and despondency at what was (or rather what wasn’t!) on the market, we came up with a shortlist of three.  One we’d been interested in for a long time (but which was apparently off the market) and two which seemed good on paper but were a lot newer than Dr. B was keen on.  That rapidly reduced to a shortlist of 1 with the one that was off the market, really being off the market and one of the two others being really ‘not out thing’.

On the newish one, on the edge of a community with lovely views and a rural feel but which has been on the market for 2 years.  Yes you did read correctly, 2 years.  We started to discuss and see if we could come to some price that might work for everyone.  That was the first big dipper section of the ride.  From it’s too much, to the current valuation is affordable, to the seller is still holding out for a historic value, to maybe we can compromise to no we can’t.  Roughly translated as we can’t afford it to yes we can to they wont sell for that to yes they might to no they won’t.  Meanwhile…

Another property that we really liked from a while ago was still on the market so we approached the vendor to see if they might consider an offer of around…  Now this one has been on almost but not quite as long. So, as of now, we are part way through the next ‘exciting’ part of the ride. We’ve had it’s still around but unrealistically priced the vendor has come to a realisation would they consider an offer of…? yes they would no, they’d like another ‘blah’ on top.  With the last two happening in the space of about 12 hours overnight.  Sounds like a bit of a squeeze.

So.  Today, we put in a formal offer at ‘yesterday’s’ price.  We’ll see if tomorrow’s price matches yesterday’s or if we’re stuck in today and we’ve got to get on the trudge again.  Oh the excitement, I can hardly wait.

Introducing Doglet

Wet DogletSince Doglet has graciously permitted use of her name for this esteemed blog it only seems fair to officially introduce her. Mia, aka Doglet, is a 5+ year old female Papillon from Missouri; she now resides in the UK after surviving a plane journey across the Atlantic about 19 months ago to immigrate with her beloved servant. Now she luckily has two servants to take care of her every whim…night and day! So without further ado, here’s Doglet…