Ventilation in bathrooms and any room with an open fire is a building regulation! And windows don’t count as it has to be “mechanical ventilation”.
The more you know.
I’m also learning about septic tanks, wells and water pumps.
Would I say house hunting is stressful? No, it isn’t but it can be annoying. Compromising is a massive part of it. Realising that maybe I have had it easier these past few years by living close to Cork and maybe now we have to concede to living closer to Mallow. Other things like paying less for a house you have to do more on. You end up adding things up in your head. “How much is a fitted kitchen, and do we really need a washing machine AND a dryer?”
I’ve gone from “What a lovely house, thank you for letting us see it!”
To, “And when did you last have the boiler serviced? Is there a reason why the pump isn’t plugged in? I noticed the ceiling was recently painted but not the walls, is there a reason for that?” It’s like Amateur Hour in Baker Street.
So no, house hunting isn’t stressful. I bet house buying, is.
We now have it in writing that the bank will be willing to sanction a mortgage should we find a suitable property. From this stage we have 6 months to approach the bank with a property and then we move on to the other stages.
A solicitor has been recommended to us for conveyance and we have an engineer as well. The bank will then tell us the valuer we have to use.
The mortgage will be for 92% as we would like to use some of our savings/gifts for furnishing the house and for hidden expenses such as carpets or washing machines.
I’ve been a little anal about the house moving thing. There are spreadsheets and I am not afraid to use them! I have worst case and best case plotted out and hopefully the total cost will only go down, and not up. I’ve also worked out the monthly outgoings considering all the utilities and taxes we will have once we own our own place. Short of actually starting to pack we’re all ready to go! I know the colour schemes, the sofa we’ll be getting, the beds and other bits and bobs. Even a few paintings we’d like to buy when we get into the Future House. I have makes and models of washing machines, fridges, and dryers, I have read reviews I’ve checked their energy ratings and give the go I am ready to take Dwyers and Harvey Norman by storm. Though not really Harvey Norman as we really cannot think of anything worse than trying to buy anything from that damn shop.
I haven’t factored in the cost of hiring a van. Dad said he’d be happy to give us The Van MK2. Which is something I can drive around for a month and a bit. When we need to move big things such as sofas and beds we’ll need a LWB van, possibly a Transit or Trafic. Jonathan might go to an IVECO dealer near his work and see if there are any vans that are sitting around doing nothing, and see if we can borrow one for a few days. So it’s a cost that can’t really be nailed down, so it’s hard to account for it until we know if we’ll need it.
We’re hoping to schedule a week for a move, so we can give our current landlords a nice chunk of time before we move out and then give us a cross over between the two properties. We could easily move in a day but if we need to paint and carpet it’s best to do that in an empty house. I can almost guarantee that of the houses we have seen and we will see in the future there will always be something to paint. This is where my mother comes in. She doesn’t know it yet but she has a lot of honied pine to paint over in her future. Jonathan is very understanding and is allowing me to at least paint the wood work in any Future House. Even if it means sleeping on the floor for a month we will be painting the woodwork.
Fucking honied pine. Really, Ireland. Sort that shit out.
For the last 27 and a bit years I have bitten my nails. Not just bitten but chewed, split, ripped, nibbled, pulled, and chipped. I’ve met people who bite their nails or claim to chew their fingers and compared to my hands of the last 27 odd years they were of hand model status.
I would be kept awake at night from the pain I would cause. I’d have to take pain killers because I chewed my hands so much. Keeping your nails short is not the same as biting your nails. Worrying a bit of skin on the side of your finger is not the same as chewing your fingers.
Every one of my fingers bled constantly. I have bitten my nails so much over such a long period of time that the quick of my nail bed sits a lot further down my finger than most people. So even if I do decide to grow my nails (which I have for the past few months) it takes my nails far longer to reach the tip of my fingers. Jonathan can leave his nails for two weeks and he’ll have long talons. I have been growing my nails for three months and they still don’t go past the end of my fingers. Yet I have large white half moons.
My nail biting was as a result of stress, worry, something to do – I don’t know. But I did it every day, chewing away, getting my teeth underneath any semblance of nail that wasn’t on the quick, and some days I’d chew the quick. It’d be so exposed it’d dry so I could pull off a sheet of skin off the end of my finger. My nails have trenches in them from times I’ve pulled the nail back to the cuticle in such a way I have permanently changed the look of the nail. My nails are weak from being constantly in my mouth. I spent my life working out how to hide my hands at all times. I have flat stumpy tops to my fingers so even if I miraculously get gorgeous nails you can still tell I bit them.
I have to say it made me a ridiculously quick touch typer, and I have great hand position when playing the piano and violin. I didn’t have nails to worry about so I could do so much more with my hands and not damage anything. My hands were the only thing I wish I could change. I never ever wanted to change my body, boobs, face etc. ONLY my hands. I have lovely long fingers but my nails are a let down.
Three months ago I stopped biting them. Don’t know why. I just forced myself to leave them alone. My face (another related thing) is awful as I pick at that too but my hands are getting there. I have to say I swear by OPI Nail Envy, it concretes over my nails, allows them to grow without constant interference from me and it has worked. My hands are so good now that I can actually show off my engagement ring without being ashamed.
So every time I see someone say “I bite my nails and chew my fingers!” And all I see are tidy short nails it annoys me. Things like doing up buttons and putting on socks would hurt because of how bad my fingers were.