A phone call to the letting agent late on Friday afternoon made me very angry. The tenant, due to vacate tomorrow, had been into the council to check her legal rights and they informed her, that there was a technical error on the section 21 (notice to vacate) and that she is within her legal rights to remain at the property until she is served the correct notice. The agent was 99.9% certain that their paperwork was correct but I am doubtful. It could go to court but that would take ages, so the only option is to serve the notice in person again. What this means, is that if the sale goes ahead on the Caldecotte property, we will have 2 flats to refurb at the same time which also coincides with Phil starting his radiotherapy. I am not a happy bunny and made sure that the agent knew this. When things like this happen, I am tempted to sack the agents all together and handle the management myself like I used to in the old days. When, and IF, I get the keys to the OB flat, I will not be using this agent again, that's for the sure. Sorry, just had to get that off my chest, Monday morning moan over!
Our weekend was a little disjointed and a little messy. Phil had to go the doctors after work on Friday to get his other ear syringed but when he got there the nurse said his ear was clear. But whilst he was there, he ended up having several blood tests for various things and come away with a blood pressure testing kit. As his BP is high, he has to test it at home several times a day and take his readings to the doctor next week who will decide whether he needs to take tablets for high blood pressure. If he does, that will be another pill to add to the list. Phil doesn't seem to mind popping so many pills, in fact the more the merrier but I would be concerned if it was my body. I think doctors are all to keen to give a prescription for a pill without treating the cause.
After visiting the doctors, Phil had to drive over to Northampton to pick up G from home and then drive back to MK and drop her at Zizzi's in the theatre district where she was starting a part time job working in the kitchen. I made up the spare bed and Phil picked her back up at 9pm when she finished her shift. Harriet went bowling and managed to wake Phil up when she rolled in at 2pm. On Saturday morning, Phil took G back to Northampton and they went out for some driving practice in the KA, her last chance before her test on Wednesday. Lets hope she passes this time.
When Phil eventually got back back home we decided to go for a quick gym session. Phil is always changed and in the gym way before me so as I started running, I began to wonder why he hadn't appeared. I racked my brains and then I realised he'd probably forgotten his trainers as they have been living in the conservatory all week where he has been using the bike. I abandoned my session and sure enough I was right, I found him in the jacuzzi. Shame really, I was in the mood for a good run. As the sun was shining, we decided to walk to The Giffard for lunch. Every man and his dog had the same idea and the pub was packed. Long queues to get a drink which made Phil grumble. Still, some pub grub later, a couple of pints and wine, we were much happier bunnies. The rest of Saturday night was telly, more telly and an early night. Harriet had been out clubbing and woke us up once again, this time it was midnight, which is early for her. I could hear her honking up in the bathroom and assumed that she'd over indulged but the next morning she said she was perfectly sober and was sick from a dodgy kebab. Yeah right!
Whilst I was shopping in Asda last week, I went hunting for a large saucepan. There was one that I fancied but it was rather expensive but I spotted that the slow cookers were on offer so I decided to buy one. Of course I had to try it out and on Saturday I cooked up a chicken chausseur which we had for Sunday lunch. Phi's mum dad drove down from Melton to join us for lunch. Its a bit of a hike for them but its an outing and also saves mum from having to cook lunch. As usual, they arrived with tons of stuff, flowers and magazines for me and others various bits and bobs. They do this every time even though I tell them just to bring themselves. It was a shame that the weather wasn't so nice on Sunday but I don't suppose it mattered, it did brighten up in the afternoon. Lunch was delicious, the chicken fell of the bone and I did loads of veggies and a big bowl of cauliflower cheese. Cheese is not really allowed on the diet, we're meant to be dairy free but I think a treat at the weekend is okay. I brought a cherry pie from the Farmers Market because mum and dad are partial to a sweet and they said it was very nice. After lunch was cleared away, we took them for a drive to show them the outside of the Caldecotte house. Of course they couldn't see much from the outside but they liked the area and seeing the boats out on the lake. We got home, made tea and then waved them off.
And that was our weekend. Nothing very exciting but that’s the way it goes sometimes. It was nice to see the sun shining for the best part of the weekend and even though Jack Frost is out this morning, brights skies and warmer temperatures is a sure sign that spring is on its way. I shall look forward to the clocks springing forward in a couple of weeks. I'm not sure of my plans for the week; I was all geared up to start painting in the OB flat but now that's not happening, I feel a little lost. Never mind, sure something will turn up to keep me occupied. Right now I need to get myself to the gym. I've not worked out for 2 whole days and I need to make up for it.
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