The die is cast

Actually, it should really be the dice are cast because two dice have now been thrown on the table.

I have signed the authority for the estate agent to sell

I have engaged the services of a conveyancing solicitor and paid the upfront disbursement charges. (That sounds grander than it actually is; I use that company for all my solicitor needs and they did the conveyancing when we bought this place)

I seem to be committed!

And then, of course - I got seriously cold feet about this whole enterprise 😹

I've got over that now. 

Anyway. I have to buy a new apartment. I've bought it a present, even though I don't have it yet. In fact, I've bought it two presents. When I have bought it and moved in it will have a brand new NutriBullet fancy air fryer and a new NutriBullet blender to go with the mini blender I already have.

I'm working on Saturday morning so have taken the opportunity to book in for a couple of apartment viewings. They might not be apartments I would actually ever want to buy but they were later in the afternoon so I can comfortably get to them. Doesn't hurt to know what's going on, property wise, in an area you are looking to buy in.

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Struggles with Jim's finances continue to haunt me, even though he's been dead for 21 months and I was under the impression that his estate had all been finalised. 

I received a cheque in the post yesterday from HM Revenue and Customs. I was a bit surprised. I wasn't expecting anything from them and usually if they decide I have paid too much tax on my British income they send me an email telling me to log onto my account and then they pay the money into my British bank account. Then I read the accompanying letter and realised it was a repayment for Jim's tax. I did fill out a tax form when he died and sent it back - and then forgot all about it. I don't know what to do with it. My Australian bank won't accept foreign cheques. If it was just something small I would throw the cheque away but it's for a fairly large amount of money (large by my standards, art least) and I could certainly use the money. I can't quite bring myself to ring HMRC and ask them to cancel the cheque and pay the money electronically into my British account, which is what my local bank suggested I do.  It's a pity it didn't arrive before Wendy left for London on Tuesday. She could have taken it with her and paid it into my account in person.  I shall ponder.