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the eyesore next doorPosted on Sat 17 November 2007 at 03:41The queen of procrastination has made a comeback! There is so much I need to do, so here I am, hammering away at the keyboard. To be fair, I have started packing and the house is an absolute shit-tip at the moment. Boxes and rubbish everywhere, piles of clothes, books in piles: you name it, it’s on the floor somewhere. But I know full well that it has to be put away again by the end of today as I have another Open Home tomorrow. It’s that weighing up time – do I need to take this with me in the car, do I need to put it into storage or do I need it at all? Ah, decisions, decisions. Nicci (littletoe) has been out to look at a rental for me today. I then spoke to the letting agent. It sounds like it may be just a little too small but the agent was going to go back and measure up a bit for me, which hopefully will give me a better idea if all the furniture will fit. And Nicci will go and look at another on Monday after work – as if she doesn’t have enough to do. I’m immensely grateful for the help she is giving me and enormously touched that she has given up her time off to go and do this. Nicci – thank you so much, it goes a long way to restoring my faith in human nature. I really think I’m getting somewhere now. Bridget the estate agent phoned me up yesterday and came round and took me out for coffee. That was just such a nice thing to do, I was touched by her thoughtfulness. She also offered to write me a reference for rental purposes and as she is also a J.P., that would be really helpful. The arse who owns the section next door had a go at me today. Some months back, he started piling topsoil on his section, which was otherwise empty, no house, nothing. So eventually we wrote to the council as it is a complete eyesore and certainly won’t help selling the house. So, as Bridget was leaving following the Open Home, I went out with a piece of paper for her. He thought I had gone out to start on him and began going on about letters to the council, none of you business etc. He just moaned on and on so eventually I said I was going in as it would avail us nothing to be stood in the street arguing, to which he replied ‘bugger of then’ several times. My patience snapped at that point so I said ‘Oh, why don’t you just F**K OFF you stupid little man’ and came inside. However, he has been there all afternoon leveling the topsoil and he told Bridget that he intends to grass it over. It looks better already so that will be an awful lot better for helping to sell the house. I just don’t need any more stress just now but best he doesn’t provoke me any further because I may say a great deal more!!!!
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