Yesterday an oven-cleaning specialist came and cleaned by grotty oven. It is not so much that I had neglected it but that it is supposed to be a self-cleaning oven and to get it to self clean one has to turn it up high and the fat and other debris is supposed to burn off. Unfortunately, the glass doors are not self-cleaning and clouded up with soot and smoke as did the surrounding chrome. This defied my efforts to remove it.
However the oven elf had a special tool which got rid of all the burnt-on blackness and he finished by adding a small tag to say that the oven had been professionally cleaned - so now I can't use that oven as I don't want to disturb the tag. Luckily I have double ovens ...
Late yesterday morning the photographer and dimension measurer came and did the place over. I must say that the photos are nice and the realtor and I spent a happy half-hour selecting the best of them to go into the brochure and onto the web-site which should be up in a couple of days. The house really looks nice. Today there was also a walk-through by three other agents from the realtor's office just in case they have someone on their lists who might be interested.
Also today a man came to fix the stove because the large hotplate decided to stop heating. Luckily it was just a broken wire and he was able to fix it. The stove dates from the 1960s and I wasn't sure if it was still repairable or, indeed, if there were still spare parts if needed. (There aren't).
The woodworking elf who is Irish and should properly be described as a leprechaun has to come back and do a couple of small things which were forgotten and the chief elf, who is on holidays, left me an unintelligible message from his holiday hideaway so I am really none the wiser as to what he has organised.
The cleaning lady is, I hope, coming on Friday to do the windows and the white woodwork and I just have to keep it all clean and tidy until it is sold, and get the pool canopy repaired and the broken air-switch fixed and the perennially leaking pump fixed.
This is all a very boring list of what has been happening for the last two days but I need to get it down in writing while the process is still clear in my mind and so that I can look back in a couple of years and realise that I survived it all.
From the measurements obtained yesterday it appears that the new apartment is about 6 square metres bigger than this house which suits me fine as I hate feeling hemmed in.
My black eye is nearly better and the stitches are out of my forehead so I must write up what happened and post a rather gruesome picture taken the day after my fall on New Years Day,
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