The House Mover's Tale

Ok, time for the off. A bad incident on Wednesday night, which it would not be wise to detail publicly until I've escaped from Bilborough, was the last straw. Two valuations have been called for next week, then the house goes up for sale. A quick hunt on upmystreet.com shows similar houses to mine going for £92-94k in recent months, which isn't too bad considering Nottingham house prices are on the slide, according to newspaper reports. So I'd best get beavering on tidying up the house and gardens, including snipping those blasted hedges which take up days of my time to keep under control, though on the plus side they do act as a very effective barrier to intruders. And, of course, I'll have to put up the obligatory hanging basket :-)

In the meantime, I'll be hunting for homes in Beeston, most likely, mainly because I like the shopping area and, of course, the Victoria Hotel, perhaps the best pub outside the city centre. Plus it'll be near to work. On the minus side, it's a bit pricey so I might have to settle for some tiny 2-bed terrace, but WTF - it's a step up from the bleak grotness of Bilbra. Alternatively, with luck, a job will come up outside Nottingham, even better in civilisation North of the Border, and I'll escape this grothole of a country altogether whilst I still can - I've seen a job advertised up Aberdeen way, but sadly it's only a fixed-term contract, which is a bit of a gamble at my age.

The adventure recommences...