The BHF team were efficient and were done by lunchtime. On my return to lock up, I took these final pictures.
|The master bedroom|
|The back bedroom - most of us occupied it one time or another|
|The 'box' room - mine while at secondary school|
|The hall and front door|
|The kitchen leading to back garden|
|The living room, looking to the back garden|
|The living room at the front|
I am wise in the Kafkaesque ways of public bureaucracies. Calm, calm, calm. Under instruction I wrote a lengthy, handwritten letter outlining all the facts of the case with dates and events, and ended by pleading with the anonymous council recipient to please accept the original termination date despite the absence of said 'quit notice' in their filing system.
We shall see whether such grovelling saves some gratuitous rent payments.