What a busy weekend!
The marigolds were out on Saturday morning. Mum, Granny and Myself made a start on the cleaning. Mum did the kitchen. I did the bathroom and Granny had the hoover. It was only a case of cleaning the builders dust and that didn’t take long.
The kitchen is pretty much finished. We’re just waiting for the washing machine and fridge freezer to be delivered on Wednesday. All of the kitchen accessories (microwave, kettle etc) are shiny black to match the white & black units.
I’ll take some photo’s once the blinds are up which will be on Thursday (hopefully)
It’s the day we get the keys to our home today.
Shame it’s at 3pm so Anthony has to meet the estate agent on his own as I’m working until 5pm. The tenancy doesn’t actually start until 1st March but the landlord is kind and said we can have the few days for free. Happy days.
So much has happened been bought for us / give to us over the past few weeks… It’s just so overwhelming! I went to British Heart Foundation last weekend, bought a nest of tables… brand new! I also bought a wooden bookcase, a TV stand (wooden as I don’t like them black glass ones) and a vintage wooden drinks trolley for my ‘mini bar’ all for £130 + £22 delivery.. Bloody bargain eh? They all got delivered next door to my Granny’s garage.
Can’t remember if I told you about Debbie, who I work with, giving us her 3 seater sofa. For free. It’s a cream one and looks like brand new, apart from the scuff mark down one side from when they were trying to get it into their living room.
Anyway, it’s 3 hours until Anthony meets the estate agents. I’m so excited. I’m going to nip home and get changed, pick some essentials up. Dad wants to come over to see the house tonight and get a chippy tea. So I’ll need to nip home and pick up the kettle and cups and stuff.
We’ve only gone and got the house!!
The estate agent had sent me a text to say that she had sent me an email. Her emails are playing up and keep going into junk mail… I checked my email and there it was.
“Dear Anthony and Sam,
I am pleased to confirm that your application for the above property has been successful…”
Our tenancy will start on 1st March but we are hoping to get the keys earlier than that. The landlord is fitting some blinds and other bits of stuff and then we should be able to move in.
The estate agent just rang me… The credit checks are done and all is good. Obviously. She is just waiting for Anthony to send her his latest bank statements, as formality.
She said that providing Anthony gets his bank statements across to her this morning she will ring the landlord and see if we can have the keys this weekend seeing as Anthony works away in Southport Monday – Friday.
Eeeeeeek. I’m so excited.
My Aunt came around for tea last night and asked if wanted to go to B&M Bargains with her before closing time. She said she had £60 spare until she next got paid and would love to spend it on me and Anthony. So off we drove with our shopping bags at the ready.
We needed a trolley…
Imagine Supermarket Sweep with Dale Winton! The trolley was full of things I wouldn’t have even thought of… Potato peeler, chopping board, knives, utensils, oven trays, casserole dishes, sponges, tea towels, mixing bowls… And so on.
Oooh, I forgot to mention that earlier that day I had to make an emergency appointment to the dentist. I had horrendous tooth ache. Anyway cut a long story short, I went to Tesco to pick up my prescription and had to wait 10 minutes. I walked round to the homeware aisle and got some glasses.
4 wine glasses £1.50
4 beer glasses £1.50
4 long line glasses £1.50
Can you believe it? Absolute bloody bargain!
We’ve just submitted our application for ‘The One’
I can’t believe the feeling I have inside. As long as everything goes through ok, the landlord is happy to hand over our new door keys a week before the actually moving in date (for free). How good is that?
So far we have both our double beds; one for each bedroom. We have two wicker bedside tables with I think will look nicer in the guest bedroom, a table lamp with a lampshade that I designed on Illustrator and printed on cotton, some pans, 3 martini glasses and all of our clothes.
Granny said she would buy us a washing machine and fridge freezer, and Mum said she would buy us a dinner set with cutlery. Dad might be giving us his 2 seater sofa but it all depends on if he needs it for his new house.
I said to Anthony though, we don’t need to have everything, we just build it up over time. As long as we have something to sleep on, eat with and watch then we’ll survive.
I think we’ve finally bloody found our home.
Anthony made an appointment to view a 2 bedroom terrace house in Blackburn at 9am this morning. I couldn’t join him as I started work at half 8 and told him that I would ring him on my lunch hour to find out how he got on.
Anyway, the suspense was killing me so at 10am whilst eating my cream cheese bagel I text him a short ‘yes or no xx’ to which he say he liked it and it was worth pursuing. FRIG. The excitement rushed through my body and I rang the estate agents straight away to arrange a viewing so I could see this house.
Half 12 this afternoon I was to meet Julie for a quick view around. The outside looked tidy with a new dark brown PVC front door and double glazed windows. We took our shoes off and walked over a brand new carpet into the living room. A good sized room with magnolia walls and brown carpet.
Through the corridor was a second room, a dining room perhaps with patio doors and a small modern newly fitted kitchen. I loved it so far. The upstairs had two double bedroom with one of them having a small walk in wardrobe.
The bathroom was the feature of the house. It was tiled in a sort of mink colour with a mosaic style floor. The best bit was it had a bath. I haven’t had a bath in about 10 years. Don’t be thinking in a scruffbag. It’s because my Mum had her bathroom done up and they stupidly took the bath out to fit a shower cubicle in there.
We’ve told the estate agent that we would love to go ahead with the application… Fingers crossed peoples, we could be moving into our first home very soon.
We’d finished viewing the dollhouse on Dover St and Anthony had gone to his football game. I had arranged to meet Harold at 13:45 that day (Saturday) at the 2 bedroom terrace house on Cemetery Rd. I didn’t want to go alone so I dragged my 16 year old sister along.
We parked up outside the door, the walls were painted red and half pealing off which put me off. Harold unlocked the brown PVC front door and in we stepped into the living room. A good sized room and a stone fireplace. The walls were magnolia and the carpet a coffee brown; not my coffee though.. My coffee colour needs to match a Rich Tea biscuit before it passes my inspection!
My mood about the place changed when we walked into the kitchen. The wall on the right had very LOUD wallpaper, ok it was easy to paint over or strip down to its bare but Jesus Christ! The kitchen units weren’t great and the white cooker had discoloured to a piss yellow, and it was right at the end of the units. Weird.
In the kitchen was a door. And behind that door were some unsafe steps down into the cellar. Spooky. Not really, it was just a room that needed attention. Not at my expense though. And then there were the stairs that led to upstairs.
Typical main bedroom and second bedroom really. Nothing to report. But the bathroom… There was no shower. I just couldn’t see myself or Anthony sat in the bath every night with a plastic jug to rinse the suds of our hair.
It’s getting beyond a joke this. How hard is it to just find a bloody house to move into?