Letad has taken his kidney stone on a trip to the South of France while I soldier on alone in London… poor me!
Actually I’m planning to meet up with family for coffee on Saturday, catch up with the parentals and friends on Skype and spend a weekend being extremely organized. There will be juicing involved, Autumnal cleaning and the great wardrobe clear out.
Now if that doesn’t sound like a party, I don’t know what does!
Things have been progressing with the flat purchase and despite my feet being firmly planted on the ground, Letad has already moved in and redecorated… in his head that is.
This week we had a valuation by the bank to complete the mortgage. Tick. The application is now with the underwriter and we should hear back early next week. If all is good, we can move to exchange of contracts and then we’re locked in. After that, the final step is completion. We’re hoping if things go well, we’ll be bashing down walls (and having slug races) over the Christmas break.
We also had a full structural survey this week. It cost a lot of money and we haven’t had the results yet but given that the flat is a repossession and in need of complete renovation, better to be safe than sorry.
So things were moving along nicely until our solicitor went postal and threatened that we would pull out of the purchase if he didn’t receive papers from the other solicitor. Hang on a minute? Whose idea was that?
Our Sabotaging Solicitor has a history with the other solicitors and there’s definitely bad blood. After all the agony we’ve been through, this is not going to fall through due to the stamping of a tiny foot.
I wrote a succinct email to him stating that we did actually want to buy the flat. I think the message was understood however if he doesn’t behave, he will suffer the wrath of a year and a half of flat hunting… be warned!
All’s well that ends well it would seem.
The pain passed and after a couple of good nights of sleep we’re all feeling much better.
The outcome… Letad has become born again and is now taking up yoga… again. He’s questioning the meaning of life having faced a “near-death” experience.
I, on the other hand, am now juicing anything green I can lay my hands on… and I must say the super-deluxe new juicer is a very impressive piece of kitchen equipment.
For those who know (or care) it’s a masticating juicer which means it doesn’t heat the juice so you get more nutrients and by being a vertical model it takes up much less room and is extremely quiet. At the risk of being a juicing nerd, it’s also very easy to clean. Dare I say, I might even foresee a juice fast in the near future.
Of course it goes without saying that as Letad is born again (at least this week) we’ve given up drinking alcohol and with the end of daylight saving, we are now officially hibernating.
It’s now after 10am. Letad had a CT scan and we’re waiting for the results. The pain is under control but he’s weak and not feeling good.
11am. It’s a 3mm kidney stone. We’re now waiting to see the urologist. Hoping we can go home soon.
Our super deluxe vertical masticating juicer arrived and just in the nick of time it would seem as Letad and I are going on a health kick.
Letad was in extreme pain, almost equivalent to having his leg cut off apparently when asked on a scale of one to ten and so we decided to take advantage of the NHS and called an ambulance.
It was 4am. Dark and cold. We sat outside in the ambulance for a long time as Letad was questioned, examined and eventually given morphine for the pain.
It sounded like a kidney stone from his description or it could have been wind from the rather delicious but wind-inducing combination of Brussels sprouts, kale, chickpeas and goat cheese (with hot sauce) I’d made for dinner.
Either way he wasn’t very well at all and so the ambulance crew (who were brilliant) took us up to the Royal Free Hospital in Hampstead to Accident & Emergency, an experience indeed.
As I write this it’s 5:45am. We’ve been waiting for half an hour so far and it seems busy and disorganized. The hospital is filthy with dirty linoleum floors, a broken toilet and stinks of stale booze. It may be socialized health care but this seems pretty substandard.
Eventually we saw a doctor and now at 7:25am we’re waiting for the urologist to arrive at 8am so we can book a CT scan.
It looks as though we might be here for a while…
Today we have the final step in the mortgage application on the renovation project in Queen’s Park.
The bank are going in to survey the property and do the valuation. Hopefully they won’t notice the holes in the floor, mould on the walls, snail trails (or slugs ugh) on the carpet…
We will be getting a full structural survey to determine if it’s a money pit (I have my feet firmly on the ground with this one) but otherwise we’ll wait to hear the outcome of today.