If we didn’t complete today we'll be up a gum tree without a paddle. 
After all, the hopelessly awful townhouse we’re renting is back on the rental market, and indeed the open day is scheduled for tomorrow.
And how complex could it be just to hand a very, very big cheque to a chap who has been trying to offload a tumbledown farmhouse for three – three! years – at the end of what was once a gravelled road, but is now far less gravelled, and is far more a massive tide – ocean, no less – of tar
It's not rocket surgery but I firmly expected something to go wrong... and yet, and yet... it all worked. Whey!
However, against all expectations... 3pm came and went. But at 22 minutes past 3, I got an Email to hear that the hovel is all mine! All mine! Well, it will be in 25 years, when I’ve paid the bank off.
