When I went to bed last night, I remembered what I was going to go on about.

See, boys like their toys. As most women seem to agree, boys don’t ever grow up. Not being one to disappoint such smugginess, I class myself as a boy. Therefore, I had no compunction whatsoever in receiving a splendid free gift from work.

Lookit!

Brmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

The only question really is whether to leave it safely in the packaging or to unwrap and play. It’s one hell of a dilemma, I can assure you.

In other news, I found out today that the buyer for my flat has not got:

1. A solicitor
2. A mortgage agreement in principal

Although I am told these factors will be sorted out this Saturday, I can’t help but wonder if we will actually move before Xmas…

‹Has just completed long and very complicated life-insurance forms. Wonders how soon they’ll come in handy.›

Don’t you just hate it when you walk into a room to fetch or do something and completely forget what it was you were going to… Oooh! er. no. Umm.

Blast.
Twice in a row.

Happily, as far as I recall, at least, I’m not like this at work.

Sharp as a button, me.

*sigh*. I’m only 32. This is actually really annoying.

‹Will probably think of it as soon as Publish button is clicked›

Just had a letter from my solicitor today. The people we’re buying the house from would like to complete by the end of October.
I, er, I’ll be needing to nudge the buyer for my flat, then. Umm.

Y’know, I’m feeling remarkably calm about this.

AAAAAAAAAARGGH!ONLY4WEEKSTORUDDYWELLGO!omgomgomgOMG!!!11!THATBUYERBETTERNOTPULLOUTTHISTIME!OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITWHATIFITALLGOESWRONGAGAINOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT

*ahem*

So, anyway, hopefully we’ll be Tadleyites by Hallowe’en.

‹Looksdesperatrelyforpaperbagtobreatheinto›