Oh how foolish I was to think that I wanted to move house. Because it’s not just the moving, is it? You don’t pick a house, sell yours the following day then tele-port all your stuff a la Star Trek and get on with the painting and decorating, do you? It’s all coming back to [...]
Wake Up and Smell the Coffee thinks I’m all welcoming and thoughtful and courteous and has bestowed upon me a lovely new award. As I have a visit from the Rentals (in-laws) on Sunday I should have told to to wait until next week! But seriously, thanks to my manager, my husband, my dog, my [...]
Wake Up and Smell the Coffee thinks I’m all welcoming and thoughtful and courteous and has bestowed upon me a lovely new award. As I have a visit from the Rentals (in-laws) on Sunday I should have told to to wait until next week! But seriously, thanks to my manager, my husband, my dog, my [...]
The last 24 hours have passed in a blur of, well, bluriness, as I frantically ran around trying to get the house ready for the photographer. At one point yesterday I’m convinced someone called me Waynetta…greasy hair and scuzzy tracksuit probably did it. But I sanded and painted, cleaned, decluttered and depersonalised. I queued at [...]
The last 24 hours have passed in a blur of, well, bluriness, as I frantically ran around trying to get the house ready for the photographer. At one point yesterday I’m convinced someone called me Waynetta…greasy hair and scuzzy tracksuit probably did it. But I sanded and painted, cleaned, decluttered and depersonalised. I queued at [...]
The last 24 hours have passed in a blur of, well, bluriness, as I frantically ran around trying to get the house ready for the photographer. At one point yesterday I’m convinced someone called me Waynetta…greasy hair and scuzzy tracksuit probably did it. But I sanded and painted, cleaned, decluttered and depersonalised. I queued at [...]
The last 24 hours have passed in a blur of, well, bluriness, as I frantically ran around trying to get the house ready for the photographer. At one point yesterday I’m convinced someone called me Waynetta…greasy hair and scuzzy tracksuit probably did it. But I sanded and painted, cleaned, decluttered and depersonalised. I queued at [...]
Oh my God, this is so unexpected. Wow, um, I have some people I need to thank [draws out very long piece of paper with lots of names on it, rather like the list I draw up for Santa each year] … Unexpected, my arse. I shamelessly approached several bloggers and grovelled in a pitiful [...]
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