Pulling Teeth

We're not going through the buying and selling houses lark again, it's like pulling teeth and just as painful at times. I've just heard that out mortgage lender has appointed a surveyor, so we're now where we should have been three weeks ago. We've had the damp guy in this week, he's not damp obviously, it's our internal wall which hasn't been treated and apparently is suffering very slightly from rising damp. We've never noticed it before and I've definitely never noticed anyone resembling Leonard Rossiter mulling about the place.

Anyway, while our buyers instruct every tradesman they can think of to come and check out our home, we're feeling less guilty about our side dragging on for so long. With any luck, this time next week all parties will be confident that none of the houses in our little chain are likely to crumble into a heap in the next 100 years.

Aside from all this, over the last couple of weeks we've been glued to Big Brother. It's been amazing witnessing the non stop bitching by more or less everyone in the house and the complete lack of respect they have for each other, fabulous!

It's time to dig out the sun cream and aftersun now, the forecasters are promising a heat wave this weekend. Although still cloudy at the moment, the temperature seems to have shot up n the last hour or so, making it very hot and humid. Luckily there's a healthy supply of ice cold Bacradi and coke waiting for us back at the ranch!

Paul.