While other London.pm'ers were out getting bladdered I was signing my life away to a bank. Hmm, scary.
However, there was one shining gem in the event, firstly. No there were two shining gems in the event, firstly actually getting it done and over with. It takes so long to get to this point even moving (as in packing, shifting, unpacking) stuff seems appealing. Secondly (and this is the best bit) was the map of the surrounds from the land registry.
I have a map fetish. I love 'em. So naturally when the solicitor got out the map I went all goggly-eyed. I don't know what it is about maps, they are such wonderful things. One of the rooms in the new house is going to be the library for the multitude of books that we have. But secretly I think, its going to be my map room. At the moment I have all the maps I own (and its all completely random stuff, like an 1904 map of Virginia, for example) out of the tubes and plastic sheets, and framed and mounted and on the wall. I've not decided between that or a trunk with all the maps rolled up in it -- part of the fascination is being able to touch them I guess.
Whoa! I revealed far too much about myself there.