MMIL17

I few weeks ago I was perplexed. I'd been reading Middlemarch, George Elliot, while enjoying the truly remarkable writing, (written like close knitting), it didn't seem likely that I would ever reach the end.
It went on and on... I was not alone according the the forum I consulted!

The move of MMIL has that same never-ending monica. Will it ever end? Was it 2009 when the whole enterprise got under way? It surprised me to learn that it was only early Autumn 2011 when she decided she didn't want a lonely existence; she wanted company and family. 'Seemed like a good idea at the time!

Today we came across a blockage whist enquiring about progress on the line towards Exchange. We made some calls and in a couple of hours got the thing moving again. It took some heavy lifting to get the professionals off their backsides where they had been sitting since before Chrimbo, waiting for something to happen rather than making it happen at a cost of zillions of squids per hour.

It is our sincere hope that some conclusion can be reached this coming week when we can book Pickfords, call in Hyena House Clearance, dump a skip on the front lawn and put on the rubber gloves. At the other end we can call in the carpets, blinds, and TV/broadband installers and mow the lawn before it obscures the view of Bredon Hill. I wish!

Oh and I must get some new reading material now Dorothea is finally happy.

MMIL12

Of all the things you would want to be settled before the unsettling period of Christmas/New Year, it would be the contract pertaining to a house purchase. (Maybe the birth of an overdue child, or  a decree absolute would run it to a close second)
MMIL finds herself twiddling her thumbs.
Trips to tip have ceased to amuse her. She's rehearsed the move out and the move in so many times that she's afraid there'll be no surprises (good or bad!) She's sent her cards with the exciting news and now everyone wants to wish her well: to remain where she is?
The pictures and stuff have been taken off the walls. MMIL has begun pulling out the picture hooks, but has refrained since the new owners might want to keep the wallpaper that is holding the house together!

Remind me please what Estate Agents do for the hefty chunk of money they receive when a house is eventually sold? Forgive me for expecting them to be 'on the case' night and day, pushing and pulling the various elements into time and space, so as to be able to affect a conclusion. Instead there are echoing empty, event-less, information-less weeks that slide past like ghost ships in the night.

Well, it would be nice for MMIL to be in for Christmas!