Valuations

Over the last two days we’ve had two estate agents round to value the house. It’s been useful in a lot of ways, as it’s given us the knowledge of what still needs doing (very little, other than some cosmetic crap, really) and the price they expect us to achieve on the place – which is very good news.

I’m not going to blether on about house prices, nor am I going to say what the house is currently worth – besides, all the improvements on the place have been the work of Herself, and I’m just a Johnny-come-lately on the entire thing. Yes, I’ll be reaping some of the rewards, in that the equity on this place will help fund the new place, and will let us take a fairly decent step up (or in my case, “on to”) the ladder. And one of the joys of that is that we’ll also be needing some extra gubbins from the solicitors to say that Herself is putting in £x more than me, and that if we do split up, she gets that extra money before anything else is taken into account. Which is fine by me – in fact I think I was the one who suggested it first – but well, I’m still allergic to paying more to solicitors than I have to…

In a lot of ways it also makes the entire moving process a lot more concrete. It’s a solid step along the way, it’s an acknowledgement that yes, we are going to be moving on – and that’s definitely a good thing.

So yes, it’s been an interesting experience. We’re fairly sure we now know who we’ll be using, although some of that still depends on negotiation of fees, contract terms etc., but yeah, unless things go horribly wrong, we’re fairly well sorted on that now too.


Applications

Isn’t it funny how things work out?

Since being offered the council job in Norfolk, I’ve been sounded out (and the application’s currently being assessed) for two other ideal jobs, including one that’ll pay me similar to what I’m currently on, but for working at home! Oh, they insist on one trip to London per month, but other than that they currently seem pretty amenable to someone working from anywhere in the country. So yeah, pretty much ideal – considering they even pay for the broadband line…

And then the Norfolk paper turned up on Friday with two more jobs that’d suit me down to the ground. So applications are in for those as well.

It’s always the way, though – or is for me, anyway. Get offered one job, then about four others come along, and normally I end up having to decide between about three offers. Still, there’s worse ways to live, I suppose…


Revisiting

You know, sometimes it’s really weird, looking back on what might’ve been.

Because of a post elsewhere I was just looking at a couple of places that I had interviews at for management positions. We’re talking about at least ten years ago now, but still, looking at things like the Crinan Hotel and the Cluanie Inn make me wonder what I could’ve been doing now, if I’d taken that kind of job on.

Mind you, I also could’ve had a great deal of fun managing Duff House


Success

Got it.

A wage-cut from the current place, but I can sort that out no worries. In fact, if I’m honest, it’s a bloody large pay-cut. But
there’s always ways to supplement income., and frankly so long as it gets us up to where we want to be, I can live with it.

But all the same, I got it. Yay me.


Bugger

Actually, last night’s meeting went quite well – and I didn’t upset too many people. Then again, I managed to activate the self-censoring part of my brain, so the expression “Workshy bullshitting incompetent” didn’t pass my lips, no matter how many times I thought it.

The real pain in the arse was that I got a late train back from London to Reading, which eventually came in 15 minutes after the last train to Bracknell had departed. Arses.

So yes, a taxi home, in a thunderstorm. Thirty-fucking-five quid later, I was home…

I don’t mind too much, as it was primarily my fault for not paying attention to time etc., but still, it’s that kind of thing that can really knacker one’s profit margins if you’re not careful…


Graffiti

Seen on the M4 last night :

A rental van from Hertz in front of us, with the graffiti on the back saying “My Knob” above the Hertz logo.

Very childish, but not one I’d seen before. And didn’t have a camera to do it justice. Gah.


Holiday In The Sun

OK, now this one befuddles me a bit – and every time I read the words, I still don’t get the concept behind them.

Who the hell would actually go on holiday to Beirut?

What’s next? Parachute holidays to Afghanistan? Fire-fighting trips to Iraq?