The Final Hurdle

No fun pictures, no tales of retail ecstasy, this has been the most stressful fucking week of my entire life - and it's only Tuesday. Exchange, which I now know has something to do with the mortgage, was supposed to happen on Wednesday. It still hasn't happened, and tomorrow that makes it a week late. I have been asked several times if I would be comfortable moving the completion date to Friday instead of Thursday. No, I have insisted again and again, Friday is no good for me, because on Friday I will be in Somerset drunk driving a dodgem car at ATP Festival. The vendor has begrudgingly agreed to allow exchange and completion to happen simultaneously on Thursday - but his solicitor still hasn't confirmed that this will be taking place. I received an email from my solicitor this morning asking for a fee in excess of 2k over what we had agreed. On vigilant inspection of the bill I realised she had included stamp duty, which is not applicable as I'm a first time buyer. This was amended but only after many infuriating attempts to reach her by phone. I still don't know if I'm moving on Thursday. I'm on the edge of the edge. I have a migraine. Ironically, I'm very much looking forward to the dentist tomorrow as she's promised me a generous dose of Valium. Who knew this thing could be so stressful.

Barley Sugar Honeycomb Chair

I'm pretty sure my mum is worried I'm going to die a spinster. I wonder how she'd feel if she knew I was in love with this inanimate piece of plastic.

Also got a thing for this adorable cushion. That's my kind of managé.