It was all going so well...

until that call from the solicitor and then the day went down hill from there. Sam and I had had a lovely morning, got lots of work done, played in the garden, snuck up to sacrewell to feed lambs (while avoiding other children) and then came home to a message to call our solicitor urgently. Seems that the halifax (who are providing our main mortgage) are now claiming that the didn't know about the remortgage on our current property and won't release any funds or proceed with matters until they speak to our mortgage advisor. Of course as this all happened at 5ish he couldn't talk to anyone so we have spent a tense night speculating about the future. Worst case scenario they could take back their mortgage offer and we could be back to square one and if the builders want to they could put the house back on the market. Best case scenario this is all cleared up by a phone call from our advisor and things go on as planned. I suspect that the reality will lie somewhere in between. This whole process is so frustrating and I feel so powerless. I will be so glad when it all over.

Had someone round to view the house yesterday but they didn't seem that enthusiastic so i doubt they will take it. Just hope that the agent gets more calls and soon.

Sam was feeling really well until about 9:30 last night when he woke up shivering and crying. He as running a temp and had had a nightmare. It took us ages to settle him back down and M and I spent a sleepless night checking on him and searching for the calpol. He seems fine this morning and is back to himself. I think we will have a quiet morning doing normals and starting our tudor project and then if he is up to it we may go to Activity World-provided nobody minds. I think all of his spots are crusted over so he shouldn't be contageous anymore.