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Friday, September 17, 2004

Confession

It’s been ages since my last Lexifab update. Lots of stuff has happened, but I haven’t felt like typing much of it in. I shall explain. No, wait, there’s no time. I shall summarise:

One house.To go.

The guy who was interested in the house - whose name can now be revealed as Richard, since he is no longer a Nameless Entity but a Someone in our book – last Thursday night came back with an acceptable offer (albeit our minimum acceptable offer). Since then we’ve started the ball rolling on the legal and financial hoops, and contracts should be exchanged in the next week or so. What this means for Fiona and I is: a) a big fat deposit cheque, followed some months hence by a significantly fatter final settlement cheque; b) a relaxed two-three months to pack up and move, which will be balanced by c) a frantic rush-around to get professionals in to make the new house as habitable as possible before we get there.

We’re still not definitely in the clear, and I don’t think we’ll be breathing easy until legal things are signed in blood and non-refundable deposits are deposited, but we’re close enough to see the end in sight now.

Ave, Doc

Linda’s animal refuge rescue, a muscly tortoiseshell cat called Skinner (known to me and Jimbo and eventually everyone else as ‘Doctor Monsteroso’, or just ‘Doc’) had to be put down earlier in the week. Poor little bugger had a tumour that swelled up from nowhere last weekend. He thwarted early attempts to take him to the vet’s by running away and hiding until the vet closed. Then he came back, and then he ran away again. Once he finally made it to the vet’s, there was nothing that could be done for him.

Damn animals. They never make it easy for you.

There’s more, but it will have to wait

We’re taking Linda out for beers and dinner. And weeping, probably. Damn animals.

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2 Comments:

I had to put Cleo (my much beloved 8yr old Dog) to sleep on Tuesday after her osteo-sarcoma tumour suddenly got very large. I understand exactly what you are going through. I only went to work for an hour on Wednesday, then I had to go home and spent the day alternately crying and sleeping. Please accept my sincere condolences. I'm told it takes about a week to feel halfway normal again. Now I'm off to find tissues again.

Jenny.

By Anonymous, at 5:38 PM

Well, all you boys called him Doc. I called him My Kitty, and so did Mia and Polly. 8P

linbot

By Anonymous, at 11:27 AM


	Friday, September 17, 2004 Confession It’s been ages since my last Lexifab update. Lots of stuff has happened, but I haven’t felt like typing much of it in. I shall explain. No, wait, there’s no time. I shall summarise: One house.To go. The guy who was interested in the house - whose name can now be revealed as Richard, since he is no longer a Nameless Entity but a Someone in our book – last Thursday night came back with an acceptable offer (albeit our minimum acceptable offer). Since then we’ve started the ball rolling on the legal and financial hoops, and contracts should be exchanged in the next week or so. What this means for Fiona and I is: a) a big fat deposit cheque, followed some months hence by a significantly fatter final settlement cheque; b) a relaxed two-three months to pack up and move, which will be balanced by c) a frantic rush-around to get professionals in to make the new house as habitable as possible before we get there. We’re still not definitely in the clear, and I don’t think we’ll be breathing easy until legal things are signed in blood and non-refundable deposits are deposited, but we’re close enough to see the end in sight now. Ave, Doc Linda’s animal refuge rescue, a muscly tortoiseshell cat called Skinner (known to me and Jimbo and eventually everyone else as ‘Doctor Monsteroso’, or just ‘Doc’) had to be put down earlier in the week. Poor little bugger had a tumour that swelled up from nowhere last weekend. He thwarted early attempts to take him to the vet’s by running away and hiding until the vet closed. Then he came back, and then he ran away again. Once he finally made it to the vet’s, there was nothing that could be done for him. Damn animals. They never make it easy for you. There’s more, but it will have to wait We’re taking Linda out for beers and dinner. And weeping, probably. Damn animals. 2 smartarse remarks Post a Comment 2 Comments: I had to put Cleo (my much beloved 8yr old Dog) to sleep on Tuesday after her osteo-sarcoma tumour suddenly got very large. I understand exactly what you are going through. I only went to work for an hour on Wednesday, then I had to go home and spent the day alternately crying and sleeping. Please accept my sincere condolences. I'm told it takes about a week to feel halfway normal again. Now I'm off to find tissues again. Jenny. By Anonymous, at 5:38 PM Well, all you boys called him Doc. I called him My Kitty, and so did Mia and Polly. 8P linbot By Anonymous, at 11:27 AM