Argh, stress. The two places I looked at last night turned out to be ideal in their own way. One brand new house in the far west, and one quality flat in Edinburgh’s central equivalent of Hobbiton: Dean Village.
So today is jumping into solicitors and surveys and stuff and I haven’t done any of this before. With the added pressure of the place being Fixed Price so I have to make an offer before someone else does. *grits teeth*
update 10:30am: after phoning a bunch of solicitors I now have a man on the case and have put my offer in for the central flat (map link), which is incidentally just down the road from Stu’s filthy den. Will hear back by 4pm today…
update 3:35pm: I got it!
*launches level 3 flaming Shinryuken*
*lands in victory pose*
Woo yay houpla etc. As Neil from work eloquently put it I am “no longer a rentboy”. I am however now one of the Dean Village People, which is still slightly suspect surely.
The move date is currently end of May, so expect a flatwarming party some time after that…
02-Apr-04 at 1:45 pm | Permalink
With a name like that (McLachlan) you can’t fail to get quality service. Just don’t socialise with him down the pub he’ll never get a round in. Anyway good luck with the bid Aaron.
02-Apr-04 at 2:20 pm | Permalink
fingers and toes tightly crossed for ya, possum.
02-Apr-04 at 3:11 pm | Permalink
You should do everything within your power to get the Dean Village place. Dean Village is awesome. I’d gladly eliminate any sort of animal, however sacred, if it meant getting a homestead there. Live my dream for me. Good luck.
And, yes. Nice website. Thanks for the link, slugger.
02-Apr-04 at 5:50 pm | Permalink
Yaaaay!! Congrats yourself. Being a rentboy never suited you
04-Apr-04 at 2:46 pm | Permalink
Dean Village entry in Wikipedia, who’dve thunk it.
04-Apr-04 at 8:05 pm | Permalink
Stop taunting me with Streetfighter talk, Enron. You’re making me antsy.
Well done on flat joy.
Weekends make my brain burn. They are the enemy. Doctor Doom without way-cool green cloak.