Thursday, 22 June 2006
Eventually, after a horrible 6 months, we got the keys to our new house! Completion date coincided with probably the busiest date of my working calendar - the launch of Architecture Week. I had to be in the Centre at 7am to be interviewed for BBC Radio Bristol, to work all that day including a private view of our Architecture Week exhibition until 8pm. Somewhere during that day Ben and I managed to sneak out for an hour to collect our keys and take a first look round our new house. It was at the same time exciting, intimidating and a massive relief.
I got horribly drunk at work and was not very helpful when Mum picked me up from work and drove me to the new house where we opened a bottle of bubbly and got even more drunk in the garden, before heading back to Clevedon where Ben's parents laughed at my tipsiness.
Saturday morning we were on the road by 7am as we had to pick up our plants from Simon and Nancy, who had been plant-sitting them, by 8am. Then the removal men were moving us into our new house at 9am.
They were done by 1pm and it was a scorching hot day. Charlie and Chris brought round some lunch for us and we ate in the lovely big garden of our new house. It was amazing. I made a promise that I would never forget the feeling of excitement and relief that I felt that first day.
Wednesday, 14 June 2006
We spent a fortnight living in Clevedon with Ben's parents. A fortnight during which we had sold our house and were waiting to buy our new house. A fortnight where we were home-owners no longer. Quite an odd feeling... I think they call it limbo.
Actually it was a really lovely time after all the crap with the house. Felt a little like being on holiday by the seaside crossed with returning to tormented teenager status. We walked by the pier at sunset, we drank Pimms in the garden, we took the whole family out for curry (Posh Spice in Nailsea - can thoroughly recommend it), and we had the loveliest of weekends. With nothing to do and no DIY to preoccupy us, we went to Jess and Matt's to watch the first England World Cup match. Not an amazing game but quite a harrowing half-time spent in the garden trying to work out what to do with a half-dead rat that Frankie had been playing with (answer: scoop onto a trowel and fling over into the cemetary).
Then we drove to Scriv's house for a barbecue which was absolutely hilarious. Anything Scriv is involved with seems to be hilarious by default, but extra hilarity was provided by Scriv's flatmate Kev who at one point got so drunk that he fell in the flower-bed and couldn't get out.
On the Sunday Ben and I went for lunch at Quartier Vert (is there a better restaurant in Bristol? I don't think there is), bought the papers and sat on the Downs for a couple of hours watching the world go by. Heaven.
Monkey wasn't as resistant to Clevedon as we'd anticipated and was event quite sociable towards the end of the fortnight. All-in-all, a relaxing limbo.
I don't know how we're expected to produce a grandchild if we're given bunk-beds to sleep in though.
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