Well here's my moving story
try to stay awake please!
I was moving from a housing association to our own place. I was 2 days overdue with my little boy. We borrowed a lorry and did it all by ourselves in 1 day, with the help Paul's mum and dad. I had packed alot of stuff only 2 days before cos we couldn't be sure if the exchange of contracts was going to go through on the Friday. I felt useless cos I couldn't lift anything heavy. Well to cut a long story short, we didn't get the all clear until that day (friday)...my key's had to go back to the housing association at 5.30......BT was cutting our phone off at 5pm.....we had major F*** ups by the bank and solicitors and luckily at 4.59 we got the call that it was okay to go ahead (by this time we were all sitting on the floor with a big lorry full of EVERYTHING outside on the pavement)...THEN I had to drive (in my very dodgy car that used to cut out everytime I stopped for no good reason) all the way from Notting Hill to near Heathrow in Rush hour traffic to get to the estate agents by 6pm before they closed to get the keys(plus stopping to hand in they keys to the flat on the way) I have never been so stressed in my whole life.
God must have been smiling down on me that day cos my car never broke down, I got there on time and didn't go into Labour!!!!!
The place we bought was really old and had never been decorated since the 70's by the look of things...we (well when I say 'we' I mean 'Paul') had to paint the whole place and get everything sorted before I had my baby. God knows how I didn't go into labour-I had to be induced in the end!
4 years later and there's still loads to do with the place
