'Noon.

Hiya. Well we had our survey today and I haven't heard anything yet which I am counting as good news. I know that most surveyors, if they encounter a really really awful property, will phone up the potential buyer and tell them there and then. So that hasn't happened which means that it must be worth the write-up. I'm feeling like one minute I actually wouldn't mind if it was a bad survey, because it would mean we wouldn't have to sell and we could just stay put a bit longer, but I know that is a really selfish thought becuase Nick really wants to sell it. And the next minute I am excited and want it sold so that I can be free. Free apart from an old, irascible cat and a household of accumulated furniture. Oh and a husband.

Life is too short, that is for sure. We've just found out a very close friend, a girl our age, has a cancer on her lung, she just had a biopsy 2 days ago and is awaiting the results. Absolutely shocking, she is super fit, beautiful, full of beans, a non smoker.... what can I say, like is too short and is certainly unfair. Anyway my thoughts are with her and she has a huge support network and we all know she is going to be absolutely fine.

Well I have to get Molly in her basket and to the vets after work, time for her boosters. She will hate me, but I know as soon as she's back home and hears the catfood tin opening I will be forgiven.