Well, this house move has gone from bad to worse and has now plummeted, face first, into the very depths of HADES.
I can’t make it this saturday for our Scribosocial.
Of course, I’d far rather go to the pub with you lot, but the small fact of having nowhere to live this September unfortunately has to take priority and I’ve got to go to Bournemouth – again – to look at houses. Since when were there NO houses on the market?? The ones we have seen, I wouldn’t keep chickens in. I. Am. Serious. Money for old rope these buggers want. I defy them all!
However, no reason it shouldn’t go ahead anyway… For those of you who asked, I was thinking of this pub. But pick whichever you want! ; ) Unfortunately my email seems to be playing up and won’t let me send anything – “send one email at a time”, WTF? I am! – but I’ll try again later. But those of you who’ve read this and know someone who’s going on saturday, tell ’em about the change of plan, just in case!
Have a great time. Tell me all about it. *Sigh*.