Tuesday Night Worry Club

We put an offer in on a house that I love yesterday. It was accepted. Now I’m quite occupied with freaking out about the million things that could go pear-shaped between now and completion. Well wishes - communicated to me or not - are appreciated.

Oh, and having had a glimpse at the amount of stamp duty we’ll have to pay on this place, I’d just like to offer up a big “Eff you, taxman” to the British government. F! U!

More soon, if I don’t give myself an aneurysm first…

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