So many things have happened since my last post that it is almost as hard to believe that we have progressed as far as we have as it is to accept that Scunthorpe United are only one division away from top flight football! I kid you not when I tell you that both of these astounding facts are true.
The house went on the market late last Tuesday night and by the following Friday, a 1 year let was agreed. Now we have to clear all our remaining crap over the next two days so that our first tenants can move in on Friday this week. I can't quite believe it myself but it would appear (touching wood, crossing fingers and standing on one foot as I type this) that it IS that simple.
We have also completed the Scunthorpe leg of the farewell tour in which I learned that bowling is more a game of sibling rivalry than one of skill and athletic prowess, that a KFC in the hand is worth 2 meals in Shepherds Bush and that the Red Lion in Redbourne is a cracking little place to have lunch and play darts really badly with your mum. Now that's the sort of info that Time Out should sit up and take note of - I'd probably read it if they did.
My longest serving friend, Paul and his missus, Kristy were greeted by their first son, Klark, whilst we were there but alas, the jobsworth nurse/Nazi warden at Scunthorpe general wouldn't let us in to see them before we drove back to London so you'll have to wait for the 'does he look more like his mum or his dad?' verdict until I get a piccy sent over.
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