Started on Monday (had Thursday off to move). There is daylight, fruit, toast and tea on tap. There is no time to enjoy any of that.
Everything went extremely smoothly yesterday. Key release happened earlier than realistically expected. There was champagne and pizza for dinner. Now comes a weekend of unpacking and Ikea.
It took 45 minutes to get to work this morning, but there's no internet access or TV for a while yet.
Well, officially I am. 4 days of guilt ahead, unless I do completely fill them with packing and suchlike.
There were no tears today. It hasn't sunk for me in that I've left. I guess it won't until next Monday.
We have exchanged contracts.
Completion date agreed.
I think we're rather relieved.
No. There really is no excuse for sitting on the tube with your legs spread wider than shoulder width, in fact so far apart that you could fit an E450 between your knees. It's bloody rude and inconsiderate and when there's one of you either side of me, there's no room for my legs even if mine are stapled together at the knee. And I really don't like having people's overly-warm legs pressed against mine on both frickin' sides of me!
Couple of photos from my leaving do last night; a civilised affair with over 30 people there.
Some might say my best side...
Uhhhh, I'm the one standing up with her back to the camera, by the way.
This one's for Paul and Renarde, you trend-setters you...
This morning, on my road alone, 4 clamped cars (DVLA stamped clamps) with 'untaxed vehicle' plastered across the windscreen. Pretty cool really. There was a DVLA press release in June about it.
Still not exchanged. All sorts of shenanigans going on further down the chain. I've stopped believing anything I'm told about it now. If it happens, it happens. If not... there's absolutely nothing we can do about it. We can be lied to repeatedly and there's nothing we can do about it. People can keep coming up with excuses to delay and there's nothing we can do about it.
Nothing.
And even now they're jerking our chains about completion dates.