Look who's back, baby ;p

Well, that was a stressful week or so!

Thank dear dogness that it's all over and done with! On Friday, at 4.24 pm, with less than a day and a half till we moved into our lovely new cottage in Callington, we got a call from the council offering us a flat in Pensilva. Of course, as we were technically to leave our previous adress on the Satruday they would have been unable to visit us there to verify our details so we were no longer eligible for the flat. The council, being the council, refused to speak to us on Friday about our case as we figured we had every right to that flat and that they were just being ridiculously pedantic about it, and so, for fear of losing out on the cottage and having nowhere to go and having to stay with the in-laws indefinately, we took the cottage.

Ho hum. Yesterday, the lady from Ocean Housing that was to manage the property told us she wanted to pursue it and that it had gone all the way to top management between them and the council about how they messed us around and that we were the rightful tenants. Of course, we'd have to get out of our current contract which would cost 5 months rent. We could claim that back from the council in compensation but it would take forever and cost us more money to pursue than we have, so we've just given up.

Poo to the council. Poo, I say.

Still, this cottage is lovely. Very lovely indeed. The cats and Peter and mummy bear are all happy to be here. Well, fluffy bear (Peter) is teething and so grumpy in general, but he seems happy here anyway :)

And daddy bear is happy to be here too.

Now, for tomorrow. I have to go to see Professor Woolfe. He's going to cause me pain, I know it. *shudders* I hate hospitals :/ Me a little scared.