So, it's been a week since that innocent phone call "can we come look round your house on Thursday"?
During that time we have decorated three rooms, taken two full car loads to the tip (bear in mind we have a Galaxy, so big car loads), hired and filled an entire room at Big storage, some how crammed all items of clothing into drawers, organised the garage/musical sanctuary, and eventually made the house look somewhat respectable. In completing these tasks we have however neglected college, so are now playing catch up with assignments!
As soon as I realised we had to decorate, sheer dread penetrated my spine. Images of childhood decorating attempts flooded my mind; the paper sticking together, then when you finally untangle it, it slaps you in the face, oozing paste down your cheek and mingling into your hair. Usually in this situation I would call a decorator, but alas, there was no time. So here was me, measuring, cutting and what was this? 'Paste the wall' paper? What an invention! I read it twice before I could believe it, no soggy face slapping paper to cart around the room, I just needed to paste the wall! Fantastic! Christian made it easier by putting some music on for me, which was good for the first two hours, but you can really only listen to Bat out of hell so many times before you become a Cher impersonator and start wiggling your arse to the music on top of the ladder, which if done while hanging paper does not end well. However, two days, three rooms and a growing hatred for hair rock later, the house was decorated. Now just to get it clean!
Thursday came. We spent the morning polishing taps, washing down skirting boards, cleaning carpets and over all sprucing. The house was shiny, beautiful and in fact looked nothing like our house whatsoever. We were ready. 4pm the estate agent arrived and we leave the house to walk round the park, happy in the thought that the house looked good, smelled good and was ready to be sold.
We didn't even get to the bottom of the street when the phone rang. "The lady who wants to look round your house is a doctor, and I'm afraid she's just been called out on an emergency". Brilliant! We've just spent a whole week cleaning, decorating, missing college and generally going grey haired....and she's not coming! Given I'm hopeful that she was able to help whomever needed help, but couldn't they have called someone on duty and not my potential house purchaser?
So now we have a lovely clean and tidy house. More viewings are booked for next week, so lets see if we can keep it respectable!
This week has also been a week of fun discovery. Friday tea time, just picked Christian up from his after school club and was sat in the ever present and predictable Lancaster traffic. For some reason that only my lovely husband can explain, there were no extra Cd's in the car (apart from Nine inch Nails which is not quite appropriate for children's ears). So after sitting in silence for far too long (being over two minutes in my case) I decided to attempt the radio. What a load of crap! How do people really listen to the repetitive tone deaf crap that is in the charts? I was in middle of having a tantrum with the stereo, when I discovered it. Absolute 80s. A channel dedicated to the 80s. It couldn't be more perfect, I turned it up and yes, Prince's Let's go crazy was playing. I could have cried (by this time I had gone over three minutes without music). It must have looked quite amusing from the outside as I'm sure the car would have been bouncing around with the vigorous dancing Chris and I were embarrassing the boys with. 80s music, it is superior in every way!
Speaking of cars.... Parked up today, off to see Yogi bear (which I won't bother to blog about as I really can't be bothered rehashing that film again, watching it once was enough!) and what parked right across from us..... the batmobile! And who got out? Not bat man, but two Goths looking super cool in their New Rocks and leathers. Of course I had to chat to them, so I wandered over and sparked up a conversation. Turns out, they go to the Whitby Goth weekend every year, and are going to the same one as us this year. What a small world! This is where I got a little jealous however, when the woman informed me that they are not bothering to see the Damned this time as they have seen them countless times before, AND she didn't need to see Wayne Hussey last year as she is already friends with him on Facebook and has met him on countless occasions... Suddenly I lost all warm feelings for this woman! I felt like sticking my tongue out at her, but felt like this wouldn't win the cool contest. So lesson learned, never get in to deep conversations with a long time Goth, as they know all your childhood heroes better than you and let you know it!
Moving forth from this weeks hectic chaos; need to keep on top of the cleaning; need to catch up on college work; need to build myself a Batfink mobile (not that I am competing with the super Goth couple!) and finally better get planning the half term with the boys.
So, who lives in the Pye house this week? 80s hair rock, Goth envy, and shiny appliances. Diversity!
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