I've not posted anything for a few days as Fiance and I have been busy getting the flat ready to sell. We've found a lovely new place that we think we can just (by the skin of our teeth) afford, in a part of Edinburgh that we didn't think we could ever afford without both of us selling our bodies down at Leith Docks. So we want to get our flat sold ASAP, so that we can bid for the new one and be put out of our misery.
Unfortunately, for the 2 and a bit years we've lived in our current flat, we have been looking at all the various bits of painting/wallpapering/sanding etc and saying 'we really must do something about that'. But not actually DOING it. So, we had it all to do within one weekend. Thank god it's all done now and the place is pristine but I am absolutely knackered. We've got a surveyor coming round today (so help me she better turn up today or I'm going down to her office and dragging her round to the flat by her hair) to tell us how much we're gonna get for it.
I'm on tenterhooks because if we don't get a certain amount we can't afford the Beautiful New Flat In Corstorphine. I'm crossing all crossable parts of my anatomy, as is Fiance.