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Little mini rant here about the British house sale system!! I've just spent the past two days 'moving' my Mum. It was always going to be a bit emotional - she moved to the village in 1962 and Dad is buried there - but it didn't have to be so stressful, did it? It didn't have to have us sitting outside the new house for two hours because the estate aents wouldn't give us the keys because some twonk of a solicitor in Surrey had forgotten to press a button on his computer before he went for his largely liquid Christmas lunch, did it? (This is in no way a rant against solicitors in general - there are far too many on LJ and I don't want to get into a squabble with someone very much more intelligent and articulate than me - that way lies humilation and abject apologies.)The fact that three other families around the country were in the same position as us was no real comfort.
Anyway - she's in now and I hope she'll be very happy here. And I hope the bloody cat has stopped yowling - we did our best to drown it out with Nickelback but its amazing how much racket a tortoiseshell moggy can make when trapped in a wire basket in a Fiat Cinquecento.