Warming Up

Friday 31st October 2003

The sale of my flat has all gone through. I got a nice lump sum deposited in my bank account. It's good to know that I managed to make a nice sum of money just living in my flat for six years. It's at times like these that becoming an evil capitalist property magnate seems quite appealing. It certainly beats working.
It is tempting to just go down the shops and recklessly spend the money, possibly blowing the lot on penny chews, but unfortunately I need all of it to make a small dent in the bigger mortgage I have on my new place. Damn, I knew it was too good to be true. But I'm not transfering the money until Monday and am intending to have a few boozy celebrations over the weekend, so if you see a convoy of large Matlows Stinger Bar lorries driving round Shepherds Bush Green you will know what I have done.