Apologies for the radio silence these last few weeks, I started to get superstitious about the whole process after we had a very hairy few weeks where we were worried we would lose the flat after the vendor decided to put it back on the market but I am now very pleased to tell you that we completed on Friday!
Of course, things never run smoothly and we spent the first hour alternating between trying to break into our flat when it emerged that the front door lock was mounted poorly and drinking prosecco on the (very dirty) stairs outside our front door. Eventually our poor, long-suffering estate agent Billy had to come round and essentially force the door open for us. Thanks Billy, we owe you a drink.
So, here we are (a slightly disheveled) Mr Flatzilla and I in our new home. And of course, our mini hairy Flatzilla, Holly the sausage who has been going nuts running around the flat but is best pleased when lying on my coat in the hallway.
It'll be a while before we're actually properly in, as we discovered when we went back round on Saturday with our builder - we need new electrics, a boiler, really the list is endless. Work starts on Wednesday but Mr Flatzilla has already had great fun ripping down rotting trellises and all manner of crap on the lower terrace.
It is still slightly surreal to know that it is ours and ours alone. Of course, I'm sure we'll get a nice big dose of reality when all of the bills start rolling in. Good times.