On tenterhooks

We're at the end of the week and still without a signed letting agreement with the landlord. Its a rather anxious time for us as the thought of losing the apartment is dreadful. It seems were caught in circumstances. The agent looking after the property resigned early in the week and was marched out the door. Her manager has taken over the caseload but is both overwhelmed and without a good relationship with the landlord. Additionally the person we deal with in the relocation company is on leave so again its a matter of our case being handled by her manager.

So here we are without any progress this week. On top of that we have found that most messages we leave are not being answered. Whilst we've been told that the property is ours is hard to feel assured when we wonder to what extent communication is occurring with the landlord.

This afternoon I managed to talk with the relocation company and they assure me that our position is understood and that it has priority. Although we are still some weeks of the start of the let we do hope that early next week we can get the signature and an inventory of the items so we can shop around for the major items we need such as linen and kitchen items.

In the back of our minds is the circumstances of a colleague who is yet to find a suitable property. Time is running out for them as they must vacate their temporary apartment in a few weeks. We hope we don't end up in a similar situation.

I'm sure everything will work out and we'll be celebrating shortly. Lets just hope its sometime next week!

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But life is not all that bad! We've just come home from a lovely evening. We've had dinner out by the Thames with a stop for coffee and dessert at Carluccio's in the heart of Windsor. James loved Merrilyn's Pana Cotta, some strawberry gellati, and tacking some of my tiramisu.