Home from dropping Graham off at the caravan, to find a massive wad of papers waiting for me from the solicitor–forms to be read and ticked off. It’ll take me all day tomorrow to fill that lot in. Just my luck for them to arrive the day Graham takes himself off. Now there’s no way I can fob the job off onto him.
I’ll have them all done and wrapped up together with the HIP and the other job ready for hand delivery on Monday. It’ll make a good excuse for me to drive over to Minehead and, once there, to take a stroll along the front with a big, greasy bag of chips in my hand.
Then, tummy filled with my routine first day home alone lunch–rosti, egg, and fried tomatoes, I was just settling down when I heard a strange little noise outside. The little man with the van had been outside pinning a ‘SOLD’ notice over the previous ‘For Sale’ sign. Now the whole world knows.