the eviction

So we really did get evicted. The sheriffs came round again, to make a time with us to change the locks. We talked to the bank’s solicitor and they spoke to the bank and then the real estate agents who spoke to the landlords and then to us. And in the meantime the landlords’ parents leaned over our fence in a neighborly way and asked why we were moving out. Very sad. They’ll miss us. Their children are keeping secrets from them and I don’t have the heart to let them know that the house is being re-possessed. So two days of packing a 50sq metre truck and several trailer loads later (not to mention a day of scrubbing walls, mopping floors bicarb, citro clean and sugar soap) we are in our temporary house-sit in the total burbs.