Hot dang if Nigel wasn't right. Well you all are. Thanks. After years of worrying myself literally sick over my Mom and my parents in law, and hating my job and thie horrible flat we live in, things are finally starting to slot into place.

My Brother has decided to remodel his ground floor to make bedroom and full bathroom for our Mom. No need for stairs or chair lift which was really scary for her. She aggreed for my son (nearest relative) to be her power of attorney so he can get her house into selling condition. Brotyher's wife is home all day now as they now foster kids along with their own. So Mom won't be alone in the house during the day.

Got an email from the sister in law, Dad in law really likes the assisted care place they went to visit on Saturday. Mum in law seemed to like it too. So Sis filled in and sent off application. We are going to talk to Dad about power of attorney so we can take care of the flat, contents and car for him. He has mentioned the last 3 visits that paper work and bill paying is getting very difficult for him. This was Mum's job before the dementia.

Our contracts and papers for our house purchase and this flat sale arrived yesterday. No we need an exchange date so we can plan the move. Please be soon. I don't think I can handle the banshee in downstairs flat shrieking and swaering at her small children much longer.

Though I am going to miss the money, I won't miss the mind numbing tedium, and utter lack of respect for my knowledge and skill in this job. The work has changed substantially in the last year. They don't trust any of the admin to send out a simple email to a colleague without a manager first approving it. It is soul destroying. I only have 6 days at work left.

Whew!