On Monday, I woke to the sound of water gushing from my stopcock. Cue plumber and lots of mopping up.
On Tuesday I was still mopping up and went to borrow a specialised vacuum from a friend. In the afternoon I got a phone call about a job in Aberdeen. Cue phone calls to the agent, Easyjet, and the DWP. Meeting arranged with the DWP for late Weds. And more mopping up.
On Wednesday I spoke to the DWP about getting funding for travel - the Travel to Interview Scheme - because I had to go by train which left at 13:05. Funding was granted in principle. So I travelled up, arriving at 21:15.
On Thursday, I had the interview and travelled back down. The train was late and I got home well after midnight.
On Friday, I had to go to Brighton to see the solicitor dealing with my aunt’s estate. On the way back, I got a call to say I’d got the job! Yay! Then I visited my parents.
I’m finally home. Phew!
Now I’ve got more clean-up to do and to prepare to emigrate to Jockland.
Congratulations! You write in perfect English. It took me a while on the old pocket translator to figure out if it was good news or not but is sounds great.
