Solicit This

Not in the best of moods today.

Still waiting for news from the solicitor about the funds. Deadline for the decision on the flat in Brighton is approaching, and unless the incompetent cow pulls her finger out and does the job she's being paid for, we'll have to pass on the flat without actually knowing whether that's really necessary or not. Knowing our luck, the deadline will pass, we'll turn down the offer, and then the stupid bitch will ring with good news. But anyway, I'll throw her off that bridge when we come to it.

On the plus side, I'm going out for dinner with Little Miss C tonight (no, not in that way, I don't sleep with girls anymore) which should be a laugh. At least it makes a change from staring at the phone and willing Dumbdumb the Solicitor to ring.

I've got a real downer on the solicitor today - can you tell?!