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On Tuesday, our house purchase completed and Ian drove to the wrong place to pick up the keys (despite being provided with the postcode). He phoned me from Lincoln and I suggested he download Waze (which I'd told him to do WEEKS ago). He told me he couldn't... 1/
On Tuesday, our house purchase completed and Ian drove to the wrong place to pick up the keys (despite being provided with the postcode). He phoned me from Lincoln and I suggested he download Waze (which I'd told him to do WEEKS ago). He told me he couldn't... 1/
...because he had left his reading glasses in Essex and couldn't see text on his phone.
He put his phone on speaker and I guided him to the estate agent by shouting at him from the cottage in which I was staying with the dogs.
This was not easy. It was dark... 2/
He put his phone on speaker and I guided him to the estate agent by shouting at him from the cottage in which I was staying with the dogs.
This was not easy. It was dark... 2/
...and pissing with rain, so he couldn't see road signs easily. I was guessing where he was and trying to work out which direction he should head, using Google maps.
He arrived at the estate agents shortly before they closed for the night, and headed to the house... 3/
He arrived at the estate agents shortly before they closed for the night, and headed to the house... 3/
...with the cats. He was extremely stressed.
The next morning, I phoned him and got no reply. I started to worry, so put the dogs in the car and drove to the house with a spare pair of my reading glasses.
When I arrived, he told me the cats were in bed, but he hadn't...
The next morning, I phoned him and got no reply. I started to worry, so put the dogs in the car and drove to the house with a spare pair of my reading glasses.
When I arrived, he told me the cats were in bed, but he hadn't...
...shut the bedroom door. His phone battery was flat and he didn't know where his charger was. We let the dogs out for a run in the field, then put them back in the car and went indoors. The cats were nowhere to be found. We searched the entire house. I was distraught... 5/
...and convinced that they must have escaped when Ian was unpacking his car. One removal van arrived. I walked out on Ian (I was seething) & went back to the cottage with the dogs, put them in their crates, picked up my phone charger and headed back to the new house... 6/
...The other removal van had arrived. I walked the perimeter of the property, calling the cats. I then walked to the three neighbours' houses - 2 weren't in, but one lovely lady was. I burst into tears telling her what had happened and gave her my phone number... 7/
...and a description of the cats. I then had an argument with Ian, in front of the removal men - and when one asked me where I wanted a bookcase put, I told them "my husband's arse"; he politely told me that he didn't think this would be possible.
I drove back to the cottage. 8/
I drove back to the cottage. 8/
...I released the dogs, got online and contacted local FB lost cats group, local RSPCA & CPL. I told Ian to put the cats' bedding, litter tray, and food outside.
I then got rather drunk.
I phoned Ian at about 7pm and told him we were OK - I knew he hadn't lost them...9/
I then got rather drunk.
I phoned Ian at about 7pm and told him we were OK - I knew he hadn't lost them...9/
...on purpose.
He was in tears.
He phoned me again at about 8pm, and said he'd had something to eat. And while he was on the phone, Marley mooched into the lounge. Ian went upstairs, but there was no sign of the other two.
At 9pm, he went upstairs, and found Minnie... 10/
He was in tears.
He phoned me again at about 8pm, and said he'd had something to eat. And while he was on the phone, Marley mooched into the lounge. Ian went upstairs, but there was no sign of the other two.
At 9pm, he went upstairs, and found Minnie... 10/
...asleep on our bed.
Whilst he was getting ready for bed, Maurice suddenly appeared.
I told Ian to shut them in the bedroom with him, and went to sleep.
I had been told by BT that an engineer would be attending on Thursday morning, to connect broadband. 11/
Whilst he was getting ready for bed, Maurice suddenly appeared.
I told Ian to shut them in the bedroom with him, and went to sleep.
I had been told by BT that an engineer would be attending on Thursday morning, to connect broadband. 11/
I phoned at midday and was told that they had sent me a text on Monday (which I hadn't seen, due to the upheaval of moving) and that the engineer would be attending on 16 December instead - a week later. I expressed my frustration to the individual on the phone... 12/
,,,but did not swear, nor was I abusive to him.
He hung up on me.
I called back. By this point I was incandescent with rage.
I spoke to someone else (for nearly 50 minutes), who managed to resolve the issue by posting a 4G router to me - which gives better speed...13/
He hung up on me.
I called back. By this point I was incandescent with rage.
I spoke to someone else (for nearly 50 minutes), who managed to resolve the issue by posting a 4G router to me - which gives better speed...13/
...and was perplexed by why this hadn't been suggested in the first place (it also doesn't need an engineer to set it up).
I cancelled the engineer's visit.
I also contacted the local lost cats FB page, the RSPCA and CPL and told them the cats were safe and thanked them...14/
I cancelled the engineer's visit.
I also contacted the local lost cats FB page, the RSPCA and CPL and told them the cats were safe and thanked them...14/
...for their helpful suggestions.
I then drove to the new house with the dogs.
The cats were nowhere to be found, but I was more relaxed as I knew they were all shut in one room. Couldn't see them in there, though.
Went upstairs later in the evening and found... 15/
I then drove to the new house with the dogs.
The cats were nowhere to be found, but I was more relaxed as I knew they were all shut in one room. Couldn't see them in there, though.
Went upstairs later in the evening and found... 15/
...Marley asleep on the bed.
An hour later, I went to bed and Minnie was in the bedroom, shouting at me. Still no sign of Maurice.
Sitting on the loo in the en-suite, I spied his bum. He was partially behind the cupboard. All three must have been hiding there... 16/
An hour later, I went to bed and Minnie was in the bedroom, shouting at me. Still no sign of Maurice.
Sitting on the loo in the en-suite, I spied his bum. He was partially behind the cupboard. All three must have been hiding there... 16/
...We'd opened the cupboards, but they have a solid back to them, so - naturally - we couldn't find the cats. It's such a narrow space I can't work out how they fit into it, as both Marley and Minnie are - ahem - portly, and Maurice is the size of a toy poodle... 17/
Maurice finally came out when I was getting into bed. He gave me a withering stare, then slunk back into the bathroom... and disappeared again.
An hour later, he climbed into bed with me, and spent the entire night walking in my hair & scratching me to get attention... 18/
An hour later, he climbed into bed with me, and spent the entire night walking in my hair & scratching me to get attention... 18/
I finally fell asleep at 4.30am and slept through the alarm.
We are never moving again.
End.
We are never moving again.
End.
NB Ian is a physicist and is very absent-minded. I can normally deal with this, as I find it funny.
It wasn't this time.
This is the first time I have sworn at him in anger in the 16 years we have been together.
It wasn't this time.
This is the first time I have sworn at him in anger in the 16 years we have been together.
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