I woke up this morning feeling like a little child, and it wasn’t just because of the pool of urine on my waterproof sheets. No, the feeling was one of uncontrollable excitement like I had just broken up from school for the Christmas holidays. In a few short days Santa Claus would be on his way to unload his bulging sack onto my bed, and I couldn’t wait for him to visit. Of course, I’m actually 31 years old and it is the middle of June, but the feeling is strong nevertheless.

So what is the source of my excitement? Well, our home inspection is planned for this Thursday (21st) and it is almost 7 months since we paid our deposit so the build-up has been quite considerable. It is now the final few days before we get to see the finished article, resplendent in its newly finished tiling, freshly installed kitchen, and builder-Christened lavatories. The day is almost here…our dreams are almost reality…but the house is not going to be ready. Our inspection has been delayed until Monday 25th June. At least it will be exactly 6 months from Christmas Day.