Estate agents..here we go again

Google is definitely your friend....you can look at houses, see the street view, chart the distance to The Hubby's work, look at bus routes, train stations, even zoom in on the garden of a house you are interested in..all good...until you start with the fuckwit agents.
Never mind... nonetheless, I am headed up to Cambridge for the day on Tuesday to see some properties.
Stupid agent said he would meet me AT THE PROPERTY, so, I need to get a train from London, then a flipping taxi to the house.
Never mind...I know this now.....breathe....breathe...breathe.....

Ag Shame and Siestog

MOTHER  has had a 'cricket 'problem for the last month. I know that crickets can be annoying, but at the same time, was fascinated to know that they existed in Scotland. Still and all, she would never ever spray them with Doom (or the local equivalent)
 Never seen anything to compare to Doom here, maybe a tin called 'lets have a cup of tea and perhaps you can fuck off '

Nonetheless, she got quite used to the dear cricket, and indeed, started speaking to him.

Sadly, he turned out to be the battery warning on her smoke alarm.

I know...it's not funny,but you have to laugh!!

Village Life

I have a list of villages around Cambridge that I would truly love to live in

Bassingbourn-cum-Kneesworth
Saffron Walden
Steeple Morden
Stow cum Quy
Swaffham Bulbeck
Litlington

but, most of all, I want to live in Six Mile Bottom.

Winter?

I do think it is winter now. Today was 7C and really foggy...proper London Pea soup fog.  Not actually very cold..I went to feed my squirrels still in bare feet, but with a cardi on. So, not too bad yet.
At 5pm it was pitch black midnight dark. So, yes, I think winter has arrived!

Other issues of the moment..I cannot get my flipping font back to normal..no idea what happened, so we will be experimenting with different fonts

My mouse is broken. I cannot get on with the stupid touchpad thing. However, due to the miracles of the British Postal Service, my new mouse will arrive tomorrow.

After all the excitement of The Hubby's new job in Cambridge, I am slowly waking up to the horror of changing addresses, packing, ....and leaving London.
Am going to lie down now for a bit......

Estate Agent Job Description

Ok now this has pissed me off big time.
I am actually REALLY CROSS
In words that probably are not bloggable.

After 3 years of living in this country, I have for the first time come across a RELOCATION AGENT.


An Agent who actually knows the area, cares about your criteria, understands what you are looking for... Bloody Hell! How hard can it be?? This is what we did!

I am sooo going to ask this company to let me work for them. I am actually  quite excited at the fact of me, working for them, showing them how realty works...

Fine, in the meantime , they will work for me...
Let's not try to be too Saffa about this... R10 000 is not too much to pay if you can find  someone who is not a total doos...
Remember last year o faithful bloggers? Do you want to suffer that again?
I think not.
So...think about R10 000 , as commission for working with me? Doesn't sound so bad now huh??

Goodbye London

The Hubby has procured a good job in Cambridge. V. Exciting!
Cambridge seems to be a lovely town. Whilst he was at his interview, I did a 2 hour walking tour.
Nice, very very nice, bit too heavy on the churchy thing...church on every corner, but  historically, the monks were the only educated people, the only ones who had the time to read and write, so I will try to look at it from that point of view.

So! On the move again!
Phoned 3 estate agents today.

Again, stupid fuckwit agents. I had a headache after ten minutes.
Here we go again.......

Oh NHS

The Hubby has Otitis Externa. This seems to be an ear infection which is not actually in the ear...anyway..
The NHS Dr. prescribed Vinegar. Dr Lauren Prescribed Lemon Juice.
Any Saffa Dr. would have prescribed steroids.
So, all week , I am going to have a husband who is like a salad dressing who has earache, instead of a husband who will be cured after 2 days on steroids.
Sometimes, they should think of the patient's family