Yes I know it's not actually the cruise, but hey.............!
Well, we finally got the shack in Camber! This is bit late, but nevertheless here's the story:
We finished packing on Tuesday evening 927th) and went to my daughters to dinner; on the way, the clutch on the MX5 went, so we invested another £380 in that - great! We knew it was only a matter of time, but what a time!
The move went, er, OK. The bloke who did the removal quote miscalculated the lorry size required, so we managed to use just about every inch of space in it, plus three cars and a pick-up.
When we picked up the keys from the estate agent they said to Loraine that we may find the garage key confusing - to which she answered "yes, very probably - there is no garage!" The girl was confusing our shack with another property - so we arrived with a set of keys which we prayed would be the right ones (they were).
When we got inside, there was no electricity and the company wouldn't re-connect until I could prove who I was and that I owned the property (the previous owner didn't pay his bill!) and surprisingly enough, I had nothing in writing to prove I owned it - the solicitor has all the paperwork since we only completed an hour before! The classic was that all our landline phones are cordless and therefore require electricty, so though BT had connected the phone line, we couldn't use it. So due to the very poor signal I spent 45 minutes standing in the road outside the house on my mobile trying to convince EDF that I really did want the electricity reconnected and at one point, when the battery started to bleat and run out, she said "that's OK, give me your number and I'll ring you back" DER!!!!!!!!!! And she works for an electricity supplier - worrying really. We ended up carrying on the conversation with my son-in-law's mobile. The solicitor managed to convince EDF and we eventually got reconnected yesterday, about ten minutes after we bought candles, assuming we would have another night in the dark!
The boiler didn't work, but luckily and by pure chance John phoned us and volunteered to come out and fix it, which he did - fine chap that he is!
My son-in-law described the shack as 'quirky', which was quite polite (for him anyway), given that nothing is straight (not even some of the floors!) and most of the internal doors can be closed with some effort! We have one key for which we have no lock - but we shall keep looking - there may be another shed that we have yet to find in the back garden.
There was a parcel inside the front door which was addressed to nextdoor, which had been delivered on the 30th - didn't say which month or year!! I took it round last night and they reckon it was getting on for a year ago!! Presumably the estate agents hadn't noticed it, even though it was about two feet square.
We went to the local chippy at ten past eight to get dinner (we had electricity but the food was in my daughters freezer) and discovered it closes at eight!
We have managed to clear the front drive enough to get the cars on it; tonight I shall play with my new brushcutter and attempt to cut my way into the back garden.
It is an interesting time.