Today was meant to be contracts day. Ink the dotted line etc. But our solicitor got sick. So, yet another delay.
I'm expecting a piano to be dropped on her car next. Then perhaps a plague of locusts through her office. A world wide shortage in paper? Barack Obama to introduce a crippling levy on pens?
This all reminds me of that joke/spiritual lesson about the guy who is trapped in his house due to a flood... a guy in a boat goes by and says 'hop aboard, I'll save you'. But the guy in the house says 'no, I'm fine, I've prayed to god, he'll save me.' The waters are rising and a guy on a raft floats by and says' hop aboard I'll save you', and again the bloke in the house says 'No, I'm fine, I've prayed to god, he'll save me.' There is more and more water when a third guy, hanging onto a piece of drift wood goes by and says 'grab on, I'll save you'. But no, our guy declines again 'No, I'm fine, I've prayed to god, he'll save me.' Eventually, the water gets so high, our hero drowns. When he stands in front of god, in heaven, he cries 'I believed in you, I prayed to you, why didn't you save me?!" And God replies, 'I sent a boat, I sent a raft....'
But of course this isn't God trying to stop us signing contracts on our ridiculously expensive house, on one income, in a time of extreme financial uncertainty and recession.
Nope. Not a sign. We'll be fine...
Is that rain I can hear?