Moving Up


We're moving house. Well, trying to. It's not as easy as it used to be. These days even the agents seem to have agents. Search agents they're called - retained by the wealthy to take the hard work out of looking for suitable properties. Oh to be rich!

We'd been visited by eight people before the first punter showed up. We'd signed innumerable declarations, and of course, hidden all the clutter and junk in various cupboards. The house hadn't looked so good for years. Sorry, darling! The only problem was that the first three potential buyers asked to look in the cupboards!

It's funny what people do ask, one man even wanted to see the gas fire working. I mean why, if you can afford the house surely...never mind!

People were very complimentary, "Your house is lovely" etcetera, etcetera, "Would it be alright to bring the architect and the builder round. Obviously we couldn't live in it like this."
"No, of course not, I wouldn't expect you to. By the way we're leaving the carpets and curtains."
"Thank you, but we wouldn't want those."

At last after stressful negotiations the house is sold (actually 3 times) and now begins the hard work of finding all the things we hid away for the viewing! And completing on the new apartment we're moving to in three months! I don't think we'll be moving again. But then I haven't got through this one yet!

Time of year

End world
No Booking We're British

Choosing a restaurant you want to eat in is difficult enough. I mean it depends on who you're eating with, what time of the year it is, what flavour appeals, what style of cooking your taste buds are demanding. The criteria are endless. But a new breed of middle-class restaurateurs are set on making it even more difficult. I'm talking about the annoying new fashion of restaurants that do not taking bookings.

If you want their cooking, you are meant to turn up on the off chance there is a table available. And if there isn't, be prepared to wait - often on the pavement, until one becomes available. What arrogance, what a lack of understanding about food it demonstrates.

Enjoying a meal isn't just about good food, well cooked and served, it's about anticipation. It's about the occasion. It's about getting up in the morning, thinking about the menu at the restaurant of your choice and starting to decide what you might eat.

It is no good to have gone through this process only to find there is no table. And that they suggest you go to the pub next door and come back in 45 minutes. Or, of course, to another eating place. These restaurants, they probably think of themselves as establishments, are not cheap hamburger joints, they are expensive. How dare they treat us, and the eating experience, in such a cavalier manner. No booking - no customer is my suggestion. After all, its not as if there's a shortage of good places to eat in London these days.