Hoots Mon!

So just back from Edinburgh, had a nice time and caught up with some very good friends for a few beers in Glasgow on Staurday night. We laughed soooo much I thought my sides would split. They are all Glaswegian and quite frankly I love their accents so much they could read a bus timetable and I would fall about laughing.

Anyway, Saturday morning the three of us drove back to Edinburgh with FIL to have a second house viewing. I had seen it briefly and had tried really hard to feel like "OK this is the nicest house EVER but I am SO not gonna like it cos we are like so NOT gonna get it". So this 2nd viewing was so exciting for me since now I could like it LOTS and not run the risk of getting broken hearted. HAH! the best laid plans................

So we rock up and meet the owners, who are lovely and we come armed with a tape measure since most of our house won't fit in the new one, so we need to decide what to chuck out and what to keep. We have 3 cellars (which are bursting at the seams, and a garage) New house has a total of errrrm ah yes no cellars and no garage. Check in later to find out how bad my IBS has got!!! Put it this way, going into our cellars at the moment sends me into a panic attack!

OK I digress, so I am walking round the house feeling all free with my love of it and imagining where we are going to put our (fewer) possessions. We are in the master bedroom, I look at Alex, he is as white as a sheet clutching his stomach, and he says " I think I am sick" AAAAAAARGGGGGHH, he is about to throw up IN THE NEW HOUSE. Quick as a flash Alan lifts him into the ensuite bathroom, he coughs, retches onces and NOTHING! By this point (did I mention just HOW vomit phobic I am ??) I am beside myself. I am thinking "OH God, he is gonna puke in the new house with the owners sitting downstairs".

Well pardon my French , but the little bugger was fine, totally fine!!!. Which was nice, but now I am watching him like a hawk and desperate to get out of the house just in case he does it for real next time. We finish the viewing with me angrily whispering "let's get out of here" to Alan, who is mad at me cos I am soooo stressed about the whole episode. We head back to the kitchen where the owners very kindly offer us a brew, which I declined on behalf of the 4 of us, much to their bemusement. It must have seemed so rude, but I was panicking!!! GAH! what a mare!

I need a lie down after that tale I can tell you................