Even now, at this very late stage, the solicitors are STILL finding fucking bits of soooo very important paperwork that they just haven’t’got round’ to doing! 

Yesterday, an email that I HAD to print out, sign, with a fucking witness, no less, and return, at the cost of £6.85! 

The energy performance certificate, oh so vitally fucking important, apparently 🙄 and we can’t possibly exchange without this shitty piece of paper. 

I have cancelled the phone, arranged the house clearance, I hope to god the stair lift people turn up to remove it, the moving company who are still only fucking loosely “pencilled in” to pack up the house on Monday. 

But oh, it doesn’t really matter to any one does it, as they sit in their cosy office, about who’s fucking bastard life they fuck over. Doesn’t matter about how many nights I stay awake worrying about if this or that is done. Doesn’t matter to them about why I should have to constantly check up on them to make sure they might fancy doing their jobs correctly, that mum and I are pay them for.

Doesn’t matter if a 90 year old is up all night and begging to GP for sleeping tablets. 

These bastards in offices who always have something more important to do, the estate agents, the solicitors, the letting companies, the managers. Faceless people who only care about when their next break is. Fuck them and this shit society that couldn’t care less.