Movable feast

Once again the seaside was gorgeous. Beautiful weather, lovely sea, nice pub, great people all make it just so hard to leave. We were supposed to exchange contracts but absolutely nothing happened. Oh well, in the meantime I have arranged removals and final goodbyes for next Wednesday with Mr Smith gleefully rubbing his hands together and shouting Good Riddance. If we don't actually get the money I will sneak down and enjoy the sea for a little bit longer. By selling it furnished means there is still a bed to lie upon and a telly to watch. Then I will squat.