MMIL19

Isn't It just so true: if you stir things up, change the established order of things, agitate a bit, you bring out the worst in things (people) No hornets nest will remain benign if you hit it with a shovel; you'll get stung! Mr B, the attached neighbour of MMIL occupies that hornets nest! Pillar of local society is Mr B, comfortably off, owns shops you know, and his arse has graced many a local committee, making decisions on behalf of others, altruistic to a fault. Mmmmm Since he got wind of the sale he's been busy, not as you might expect, making sure MMIL interests are being served. No, he's been doing his level best to get anything he can out of her before she leaves. After countless years of peaceful coexistence he's become Mr B!- read, Hornet. I grant him instant Kama. The sale of MMIL's house has agitated the status quo, disturbed the peace and angered Mr Bee. Already he's had the shared chimney repointed at MMIL's expense blaming recent stormy weather, now the garden party-wall is suddenly in a dangerous condition and a bill of £1700 has appeared, being half the cost of the work. Not such a nice man as MMIL thought. The demand, not discussed with MMIL but delivered by hand to her solicitor. Not hard for him to find out which local legal MMIL was instructing! He's clearly intent upon screwing as much out of MMIL as he can before the sale is completed. Hopefully, it won't be long now....the long awaited boiler certificates have arrived and we're asking that this coming Friday should be the day everything can be stitched up.....do I sound optimistic? We'll see; I seem to have aged since lasts we met!

MMIL ( My Mother-In-Law)18

We feel like we're in the middle of a train wreck with The Move. MMIL's being shielded from the anxiety that besets us. The Bung has been put back on the market while the selling of the big house grinds ever slower as suspicions proliferate. We'll be upset to lose the bung while the legal boys fail to react to the sense of concern, tossing irrelevant questions to and fro and not responding to communications.
An in-law discovered quite by accident that the purchaser has submitted a planning permission for major extensions and a swimming pool; we suspect they might be on a go-slow while they test the water.
'Bit sad really since so much careful work is being done to make sure MMIL survives the courageous decision she's made to move away from home and hearth in good spirit and good health.
We are at the mercy of circumstance, but hang on dearly to a sliver of optimism.

MMIL is keeping up her spirits by visiting the TIP every day! I suspect very soon, she'll be lifting the floorboards.

Jorge and me

Son Rollan, Deia, Mallorca

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.

Frosty Avon calling.

MMIL 16

The sensation of a mounting pressure is palpable. MMIL is drunk with excited anticipation and bewilderment regarding the important matters of the conveyance. The bank survey has been completed and the 'yet-to-be-completed-report hovers over the game-board in search of it's place in the equation; once snuggled in, the whole firework display can illuminate the darkness of the preceding weeks of inactivity. The pressure is mounting and the accumulated tidal-wave will burst at any minute and we'll be dashing about to and fro discovering things floating away that we should have done in the lull.
    Bless her, MMIL's been scuttling off to the tip with five binbags bags each time, admitting to not really knowing the precised contents - some bits of paper and stuff from that file, you know - 'tis best at this stage not enquire as the twice daily phone calls are a chore in themselves without prolonging.
    The carpet and blinds for the Bung are in hand so the event that showed new growth back in the early Autumn, is positively blossoming, like the cherry trees around here, fooled by the False Spring. Pickfords are ready to receive instructions, next will be Wirral Council and the Charities! It will be soon enough to instruct MMIL NOT to order again from Sainsbury's Home Delivery. (Pickfords will be delighted to pack boxes of tinned tuns, and enough kitchen roll to cover Lords Cricket Ground).
A well, it's not quite time to un-cross limbs and digits; more like 'beware London busses' (3 at once)