minus thirteen days
Anyway, having almost given up on the woman who has sold her house but hadn't, we moved down the road to a rented flat. Main advantage is that we can now see the house we want to buy from the roof terrace of the new flat. When the wind blows in the right direction I'm going to fly paper aeroplanes over in that direction, reminding her of the £1,500 we spent before she decided 'that maybe it isn't quite the right time for me to move'.
Reassuringly, the estate agents involved in the relatively simple (at least you'd think it was anyway) flat rental, have surpassed all previous levels of incompetence. One week after moving on (during which we've of course had to pay thexorbitantnt rent in full) we still don't have all the flat keys nor instructions as to how to use anything in the flat. And crucially no washing machine. As I told the chief clown 'Simon' yesterday, I've got a girlfriend going mental here, married in one weeks time and the washing machine doesn't even work.