This morning we woke up ready to face the day, happy and settling in. That has all come to an end.
As you know, I've been unhappy with our flat - the trouble moving in: no electricity, no heat or hot water, and then the smell, the psychotic washing machine, the ridiculous oven and the size - oh so small. Well, it's all over.
At 9:30am as we were dressing the kids to go out for the day - a locksmith turned up on our front doorstep. He was just waiting for the bailiff - the owner of our flat is in arrears with his mortgage and the place is being repossessed! They were changing the locks and chucking us into the street. They haven't - we have two weeks to pack up and move.
Infuriated I called the owner (went to voicemail - no surprise there) and the letting agent. I let them have it. We're out our deposit and our months rent. Now we have to transfer more money over from the US to afford a new move, pay for it and then try to get our money back from the crooked bastard who has ripped us off. I called our attorney (yes, we have one here already!) and she is sorting us out.
I feel sorry for Cate - she was just settling into her new life and FINALLY becoming happy and jolly again. Now we have to move her once again to another flat - God only knows where. I also feel sorry for our wallets - this is an expense we simply don't need. We're just lucky we can pay it - thank God I'm a miser and we've been frugal in our expenses while here.
On the bright side - hopefully I'll like our new place.
But... in case you're just tuning in for the first time, or if you've forgotten - we have LOADS of stuff to pack and move. Jaysus - I could just die!