And hoping to learn to be a not homeless* person! It looks like our pre-Christmas ranting fit at both the estate agent and the solicitors may have borne fruit. As our sellers have backed out of their purchase, its dawned on them that they pretty well have to very belatedly honour their promise made in writing, to move into rented accommodation by Christmas. It'll be February 1st, with exchange on 12th Jan, but our solicitor has countered with "well if you can exchange on 12th, you can exchange tomorrow" We shall see. Maybe the light at the end of the tunnel isn't a train coming the other way.
*not homeless as in literally nowhere to sleep, but homeless as in we (including Alfie) don't have a home of our own, so all our possessions are in a very expensive storage unit, Alfie is n a very expensive (but excellent) cattery, and we are stretching the bounds of friendship, of some long term friends we have otherwise seen once about every two years, and staying with them, and luckily only paying a small amount rather than market rent.
Real skills to be learnt include understanding the structure of music, and having another bash at playing the keyboard, and, like Basil, Welsh! If nothing else, Mrs Wombat needs to be able to consistently pronounce Pen Y Berllan...