Greetings from Lincoln
I really do have business in Lincoln. No kidding. I have three entries I need to collect -- just came from collecting one, as it happens; some very naughty people in Godmanchester went to a play instead of church one Sunday in 1602, and now I've got 'em.
But I will admit I'm happy to be here anyway. Any extra time I can spend out of the archives will be spent wandering around Lincoln, viewing historical sites.
My B&B is in what is called the upper city. The Archives are in what is called the lower city. The two are connected by a street called Steep Hill. Lots of cardio available in Lincoln.
And, in the evening while writing, I have been enjoying English television again. Lord, do I love Channel 4. Not quite mindless, but vastly entertaining.
There's a show I now adore, called "Property Chain." I've seen it once. I would take it home with me if I could, but it would give Sam a heart attack, so it's just as well I can't.
In the show this week, a couple of men getting on in years wanted to buy a snazzy new condo that was just being finished, but they had to sell their Victorian house to another couple, with an elderly mom, who owned two flats in a house but they had to sell both those flats, one to an elderly woman who owned a flat that a contractor wanted to buy and fix up, and the other to a young couple who were New Buyers. And the whole show was about watching the chain nearly fall apart, over and over.
Nobody could move for about 6 or 9 months, I take it. The men up at the head of the chain kept having to put off the developers selling the snazzy new condo, who got pretty annoyed and kept inventing Final Dates. And the Victorian house turned out to have Structural Damage, so that held everything up while there were negotiations. The elderly woman went on holiday for a month and nobody could sign anything. The young couple took their sweet time getting to a decision and having everything inspected, cause they had no deadlines and they didn't understand the chain.
Oh, how I loved this, given the excitement about Bear's Retreat. Occasionally the host of the show would remind us not to do the things we saw people in the chain doing. Don't go on holiday for a month in the middle of house negotiations (notice that I'm in Lincoln, not Pittsburgh, the location of Bear's Retreat); make sure you have a good inspection done on an old house, cause it's sure to have Structural Damage (notice that Bear's Retreat is over 200 years old). Oh, very scary. Lovely.
Anyway, Sam can't watch it, cause it would cause him grief.
But the word on the inspection of Bear's Retreat is that it's not only sound, it's amazingly sound, and is just fine to move into, and isn't about to fall down anytime soon.
And even on the scary Property Chain, everybody did indeed eventually get to move into the place they wanted.
And eventually I'll be back from "holiday."
But I will admit I'm happy to be here anyway. Any extra time I can spend out of the archives will be spent wandering around Lincoln, viewing historical sites.
My B&B is in what is called the upper city. The Archives are in what is called the lower city. The two are connected by a street called Steep Hill. Lots of cardio available in Lincoln.
And, in the evening while writing, I have been enjoying English television again. Lord, do I love Channel 4. Not quite mindless, but vastly entertaining.
There's a show I now adore, called "Property Chain." I've seen it once. I would take it home with me if I could, but it would give Sam a heart attack, so it's just as well I can't.
In the show this week, a couple of men getting on in years wanted to buy a snazzy new condo that was just being finished, but they had to sell their Victorian house to another couple, with an elderly mom, who owned two flats in a house but they had to sell both those flats, one to an elderly woman who owned a flat that a contractor wanted to buy and fix up, and the other to a young couple who were New Buyers. And the whole show was about watching the chain nearly fall apart, over and over.
Nobody could move for about 6 or 9 months, I take it. The men up at the head of the chain kept having to put off the developers selling the snazzy new condo, who got pretty annoyed and kept inventing Final Dates. And the Victorian house turned out to have Structural Damage, so that held everything up while there were negotiations. The elderly woman went on holiday for a month and nobody could sign anything. The young couple took their sweet time getting to a decision and having everything inspected, cause they had no deadlines and they didn't understand the chain.
Oh, how I loved this, given the excitement about Bear's Retreat. Occasionally the host of the show would remind us not to do the things we saw people in the chain doing. Don't go on holiday for a month in the middle of house negotiations (notice that I'm in Lincoln, not Pittsburgh, the location of Bear's Retreat); make sure you have a good inspection done on an old house, cause it's sure to have Structural Damage (notice that Bear's Retreat is over 200 years old). Oh, very scary. Lovely.
Anyway, Sam can't watch it, cause it would cause him grief.
But the word on the inspection of Bear's Retreat is that it's not only sound, it's amazingly sound, and is just fine to move into, and isn't about to fall down anytime soon.
And even on the scary Property Chain, everybody did indeed eventually get to move into the place they wanted.
And eventually I'll be back from "holiday."
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