It is Sunday 28th July 2019.
Over the next couple of days, the legal issues should be completed, and this Cornishman will be moving home, and going back to Cornwall.
Since we came home from our cruise on Oriana, Deb and I have done very little else than pack cardboard boxes, dump unnecessary items, and spend hours on the phone to estate agents, and solicitors.
The legal shenanigans have been annoyingly long and frustrating. We have been awaiting for final letters from the sellers for over a week, and this has meant the planned day to complete has been delayed.
The move should have been tomorrow, but a ‘License to Assign’ letter is sitting on the desk of a solicitor who has been on holiday for a week. In the meantime, our removal company gave up waiting for a final confirmation and cancelled our booking. This was not pleasant, as they didn’t actually tell us what they had done.
Within three hours we had found another company and they had been to look at the job, and agreed to move us.
On Friday evening we had a farewell party to say a sad goodbye to so many wonderful friends and neighbours we have met and shared six years with. The party went on into Saturday morning, and they all sang Happy Birthday to me.
Our house has ceased to be the home we have enjoyed. There are cardboard boxes everywhere, and the furniture is virtually empty. Deb has just about emptied the freezer, and meals planned for the next 48 hours should see off the rest.
Tomorrow morning (Monday) I have an early morning trip to the dump to get rid of the final things, and then it will be time to begin phone calls to the solicitors again. The theory is that the required letter will be quickly signed and sent, and that will be followed by exchange of contracts, and the completion date set for Tuesday.
Sadly, I won’t be surprised if is delayed for whatever reason again, and we will have to grovel to the removal company for another day’s wait.
I dread to think what the couple buying our house are thinking.
Anyway, by the end of this week we will be back in Cornwall, and turning an empty apartment into our new home.
This blog will have to have a new name, as the ‘Cornishman East of the Tamar’ will have returned west of that Tamar River.
I’ll speak to you all again very soon – although it might take a day or two to get internet again.