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posted by [personal profile] mylescorcoran at 04:15pm on 17/12/2009 under , , ,
I'm off work tomorrow to pack. I will be packing on Saturday and Sunday. I've got Monday off too and will pack then. And then?

And then on Wednesday the removals company turns up and moves our stuff to the new house.

Just have to stay sane for a few more days and then it will all be over.

Then the unpacking will start.
Mood:: just allowing myself to hope a tiny bit
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posted by [personal profile] mylescorcoran at 12:26pm on 04/12/2009 under , , ,
The ongoing business with the new house, the spiralling costs and the long delays in getting things completed, have left me depressed and worried. We'll manage despite the oncoming budget and inevitable drop in income that it will entail, but it's worrying all the same. So this video really cheered me up today (link originally via Radio Lab on WNYC but here via anyoneeverything). Sometimes it's better to look at each moment and let the worries wait.
Mood:: 'worried' worried
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posted by [personal profile] mylescorcoran at 01:00pm on 22/10/2009 under , , ,
I'm having a hell of a time getting the phone account at the new house transferred to our name. Two weeks ago I was told, as we didn't either the account number or the phone number of the (still active) line to the house that I should fax the request to Eircom and provide a contact number for them to follow up on.

Two weeks and I've heard nothing.

I rang today and got the useful information that dialling 199000 from the house phone will let us find out what the phone number is. This worked so I rang Eircom with that number and asked to transfer the account. Can't do that, I need the account number. I don't have that, the executors don't appear to have it either and the woman I spoke at Eircom certainly wasn't going to give it out to me. She did tell me than neither the previous owner nor the executors' names were on the account, so I'm flummoxed as to whom the account actually belongs.

In short I have a working phone that someone else is paying for but I've no obvious way of getting it put in our names, nor getting broadband etc. set up.

I fucking hate Eircom.
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posted by [personal profile] mylescorcoran at 03:34pm on 14/09/2009 under ,
I've been ringing around builders, chopping down the triffids in the garden, making checklists, pulling down ratty old curtains and drinking tea in our new house. It's finally beginning to feel real.

Better yet, with the few days of glorious weather the house seems full of light in the afternoons. It lifts the mood, I can tell you.
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posted by [personal profile] mylescorcoran at 05:11pm on 16/03/2009 under , ,
Our neighbour just told us he and his wife have signed the contract for the purchase of our house. Yay! Movement at last, and in the right direction too!
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posted by [personal profile] mylescorcoran at 07:51am on 27/02/2009 under ,
Our neighbour finally got the letter of offer from their bank, and the sale of our house can go ahead.

Phew.
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posted by [personal profile] mylescorcoran at 11:14am on 03/02/2009 under ,
I so rarely remember my dreams I had to get this one written down.

I dreamt I was viewing a house on a hill. The walk up was quite long and I was accompanied by a neighbour who had nothing good to say about the woman who owned number 11, the place I was to see.

Finally I reached the turn in the cul de sac at the top of the hill and no. 11 was there, a low terraced building with a veranda covered in brass vines in a heavy relief. The door was open and the neighbour came in with me, complaining all the while until the owner suddenly appeared and the neighbour made himself (herself?) scarce.

Inside the house it was open plan with a low ceiling. The veranda was actually part of the hall, lined with shelves of potted plants, that ran straight into the kitchen.

The kitchen was dark, with more shelves and an old black range in the centre. One wall was open, and the floor sloped down into the next room. A narrow window opened onto a view of a beach and the sea, but from a great height as though at the top of a cliff.

The next room was sunken, down a couple of steps from the kitchen. It was filled with with low chairs and huge cushions, with a TV in the corner. Again the far side of the room was open, this time onto a wide steep staircase leading down to another floor.

I made some comment about the safety of the stair with little kids, and the owner replied and we descended. The next floor was a narrow corridor with three rooms and another stairway off it. I looked in the first room and found a gorgeous high ceiling bedroom with enormous bookshelves and a glorious tall window letting in beautiful light. One of the other rooms was occupied by kids playing some console game so I looked in the next and found a sort of spare room utility room, again with a tremendously high ceiling and light streaming down from skylights. The room was filled with books and washing.

Then I woke up.

Damn! Now I want that house.
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posted by [personal profile] mylescorcoran at 03:01pm on 05/07/2007 under , ,
Thanks to the generosity of [livejournal.com profile] mizkit and T we now have a dryer in our kitchen. Given the weather we've had of late it may prove our only way to get dry clothes before the sun turns into a red giant.

Thanks [livejournal.com profile] mizkit!
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posted by [personal profile] mylescorcoran at 05:14pm on 22/04/2007 under , , ,
A lazy(ish) Sunday. I managed to finish something for Alarums & Excursions
for yesterday's deadline, and rewarded myself with re-watching an episode of
Bones with a murder victim who was boiled and had all her bones removed. Why
did I re-watch it again?

Anyway, Sunday has been slow paced, with the most strenuous moment coming
when I had to fit two flat-pack shelves into the back of our Punto. It's not
a large car but that staple of Irish farming, baler twine, came to my rescue
as I tied down the hatchback boot door. Rowan, who was with me worried that
people would laugh at our car. It's a Punto, love. They're already laughing.


Shelves safely delivered home, we're now in the park enjoying the closing
light of the weekend.

Work tomorrow but I'm ignoring that for the moment.

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