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The King Of Dreadful Timing

So I'm in the US this week, dealing with the unfortunate effects of being eight timezones away from home at exactly the same time as all the transactions of the flat sale and house purchase will hopefully be happening.  If we don't complete on the flat by Friday then we may well be kissing goodbye to the house because of the deadline the vendor has set, and I can't tell you how gutted we'd be if that happens.  If only we'd got to the bottom of things with the evil freeholder even a week or two sooner then we wouldn't be coming up to the wire quite as extremely.

And I'm just not there, so all I can do is fret about everything from a distance and become increasingly certain that we've lost the house.  There's not a single thing I can do to make things happen any faster than they are, so all the fretting is inevitably completely futile, but when's that ever been a reason to stop?