At least, it feels like it.
I've managed to cross a few things off my list this morning - I'm currently awaiting a visit from the British Gas engineer, and I'm hoping we can finally get the boiler fixed (I think this will be the third attempt); I suspect that leaving a house to be let out with a dodgy boiler won't be the most well received.
I've also spoken to the electrician, and arranged for him to come by next week; I'm off to visit a friend for a couple of days, and suggested that he can pop in while I'm away to get done what needs sorting without me being under his feet. I just need to get his money sorted - luckily, all my cheques from last week should be clearing tomorrow, so that won't be a problem.
Finally, I've spoken to Endsleigh about landlord insurance. It was a surprisingly lengthy process and quite odd questions - can I guarantee that the house won't be unoccupied for 60 days? Well, no, I can't; I mean, what happens in the event of the upcoming zombie apocalypse? I'll be distracted enough running for my life from the brain-eating monsters, and I really won't need the additional stress from knowing my landlord insurance is now invalid.
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