Tomorrow's the day

Tomorrow we'll know whether our request for a mortgage will be accepted or not. It's our final chance. Not really according to Christine though. She says that if we receive a "no" tomorrow, that she'll mail all of the people we still owe money to to explain the situation and to ask for a bit more patience. Where she gets the courage is beyond me. Last Friday she drove 400km to see the most renowned Italian professor specialising in the chronic fatigue syndrome. He told her that (at first sight) she only seemed a mild case. Well, what does he know? Christine collapsed yesterday when she was merely painting a cupboard. She had been feeling a strong dizziness for some days now. Today she couldn't leave her chair and she looked as pale as a sheet. But like I said, even in this condition she still finds the courage to continue fighting a seemingly hopeless fight. If tomorrow the answer is "no", I don't know what to do anymore. This morning the guy who laid the floor tiles came to visit us, asking why we hadn't paid him yet. I explained that we were still waiting for the reply from the bank. My answer was true, but must have sounded like a pretty lame excuse. He reminded me about all the favours he's done to us and that he had even sacrificed two days of his vacation because of us. I felt so terribly guilty. I wanted to explain all that had happened to us; about the Big Bad Wolf and all the rest. But that's not his problem, is it? He's got a family to feed too. And debts to pay. And he's not the only person we still owe money to. We're really wondering what we've got ourselves into. It's such a mess and so far away from the dream we were pursuing. Is it our fault? Certainly not. With the right people we would have made our dream come true. It's all "ifs"...

And that's not all. Yesterday I noticed that a couple of our (new) internal walls were moist at the bottom. First we were afraid that our floor heating was leaking, but we soon found out that it's not losing any pressure. The moisture comes from the outside, from behind our house.

And to round it off, this morning one of our bathroom windows exploded. Well, it didn't blast out of its frame. But it did make a big bang and now it has a crack from top to bottom on the inside. Probably a construction error...

Well, we're not too worried about these last two things. In fact, we're not too unhappy about our internal walls sucking up moisture. It proves (like was already pointed out to us by another worker) that the Nasty Little Man has made a mess of the necessary drainage pipes behind the house. And who's the person bearing all of the responsibility, you might think? Yes! It's the Big Bad Wolf himself! So if any sollicitor is still asking (with a smirk on his face) whether we're pleased with the house, we'll tell him: "definitely not"! Apart from abusing our trust, throwing the geometers' ethical code out of the window, ignoring nearly every building law in existence and forging Christine's signature, we now also have a big structural error to hold against him. And Christine just found the perfect sollicitor for it. A woman and... a real pitbull. Christine can't wait until January.

Personally I just hope that we'll survive tomorrow...