Moving on

All round crap day, up until 01:30 sorting, packing and cleaning. Up again at 06:00 to finish it off.
Roxy Boxer was collected just after 08:00 so a few tears later she was off to London for the weekend before jetting off in style. We have been telling her for weeks she is off on a plane, but I don't think she listened - that will teach her.

The house sale was meant to complete today all was looking good at 11:30 when the buyers removals van turned up. After 10 minutes waiting for BT to answer the phone we left a tad after 12:00 to go to the solicitors to check the money had arrived. Phone call on the way said no. The rest of the day was spent between the solicitors, running stuff over to our hosts for the weekend Bob an Tracey with enough time for a spot of lunch with Mum.

No money, pain in the proverbial, but I could be the buyer and be really stuck and about to be sued and paying base rate + 4% on the purchase price daily. Wheels set in motion about defaulting so fingers crossed it will be sorted before the 10 working days are up. Else it could seriously screw our plans for a while.

Shower and dinner beckon, you never know this may get interesting soon ...

Typically raucous evening ensued for Tracey's birthday, although breaking with tradition I believe that everyone enjoyed their food. Less breast action than last year, although Bob turned one lady to stone, and caused her to lose a nipple. This may have something to do with his experiments with exploding mini ladies things.