It’s ours! Somewhat officially – as of this morning – we own a house. Nothing like biting your finger nails until the last minute. It has been a rather stressful week of uncertainty, which is why I haven’t done any updates. I’m rather offended that I still have not received any flowers and no one messaged to ensure I was at home and not in hospital suffering from a mental break.
Top this week off with Keira’s second cold in 2 weeks that was lovingly passed along to me, as well as Keira deciding 5am is an acceptable time to wake up, and you have a perfect storm for short tempers and flairs of anger and frustration.
We have exchanged contracts this morning and will get keys on Wednesday. At this point, it is impossible to get out of the contract without severe penalties. Don’t ask me what those penalties are. I couldn’t tell you. But I can assure you, we will not be the ones asking to get out of this purchase.
Now, I can get packing. We have movers scheduled for next Friday, so we’ve got 1 week to pull everything together.
In the meantime, it has been horrible weather in London. Is this really summer? So Gaby, Keira and I took the opportunity to check out the Tate Modern, drink copious amounts of coffee and count the number of people we take out with our umbrellas while puching the pushchair, while avoiding all responsibility to pack, cook or deal with moving details.
Phil and I got a date night last night too. It’s honestly the best feeling to be out just the 2 of us. I don’t think we had really said more than 4 sentences to each other this week. TGIF!