Liam the Decorator is like a five year old - he asks questions ALL THE TIME and because we are paying him to make our house nice, we can't say 'Here, have a biscuit and go and play in the garden'. Don't get me wrong, I really like him - but we've been trying to work and we both feel as if he has spent the day taking the top off of our heads and stirring our brains with a stick.
I have nearly re-vamped the company website despite that, though.
Briefly, because my glass of wine is calling ...
Our worker says that they normally put people's assessment on hold for three or four months after they move house, to give them time to settle in to their new community. That's the only hitch - everything else seems pretty straightforward.
Once they start you off, the assessment is supposed to be completed within eight months. Then you go to panel and are either cleared for adoption or not. After you are cleared, they start to match you with children. If you want a single girl-child, there's a queue. If you want two or three boys, it sounds like they pretty much bite your hand off *.
It has therefore become imperative that we move ASAP. I've spent today speaking to everyone involved to see if that is possible. And it looks like it won't be a problem for the vendor - she has somewhere she can move to temporarily if her prospective purchase doesn't go ahead. And our mortgage is approved in principle, the survey should be back this week and the searches are underway.
I feel rather like I am on one of those tea-tray things that you go down icy tunnels on at a million miles an hour.
Oh. B has a man-cold. And last night I dreamt that I was rigging lights for the whole of the NEC in Birmingham with only Tom Baker to help me. We had to haul the lights up using his Doctor-Who scarf.
*Adoption Services, not the children.