What a difference 24 hours makes. .. And, you know, people actually getting in touch with you, and helping out, as opposed to leaving you to stress out over the entire weekend and a day.

Yesterday was a complete waste of a day, and now everything's feeling like it might all fall through for the bungalow.

Today's going to be choc-full of phone calls. Probably not the best that the cat woke me up at 5am, huh..?

Nothing much of anything happened yesterday, mostly because we're sitting here waiting to hear back from the solicitors about Friday's horror show.

Guess whose father built a conservatory at the rear of the house in the late 80's without planning permission.. <--- This guy!!

Being woken up by an alarm clock is bad enough.. Being woken up whilst trying to get over to sleep... Grrr!!

Yesterday the Bungalow Estate Agent got in touch, and talked about the current owner's work on the property, to make it as safe as he could for us.

True Fact : Jay hates sitting about waiting for things, and feels much better when he's vaguely in control, even if things are flying around crazily as he juggles them in an insane manner.

The surveyor came, wandered about the house, stomped his feet to check the floors, tapped at walls, checked the gas/electric meters, and generally hunted for every terrible thing he could.