We have the keys, huzzah! huzzah!
Got up this morning and loaded up the car with the paints, brushes, supplies, vacuum and stereo and headed to Hinxton. We stopped by the office to photocopy some paperwork and met the agent at the house. I signed my soul away (or so it seems, that rental agreement was chock full of legalese. For all I know, I'm now Bill Gate's towel boy…) and got the keys.
The agent took an inventory and we'll be getting a copy of that shortly. The good news now though is that we can now start to paint. It's going to be a tight schedule. We need to sand, prep and paint rooms in 3 days. We got all the ceilings done today and we're going to start on the walls tomorrow. Finally, the plan is to do the trim work on friday and move on saturday (assuming that we're still alive and have more than an iota of energy).
I don't know what kind of people had the house before us, but dayum, they left it in a state. Nails and screws in the walls, when not actual holes. The place will really benefit from a slap of paint. The bedroom ceiling itself was the most in need of help.
For a while there, I thought I was back in Montreal. Untold generations of paint overlaid on top of each other until the windows won't even open anymore and a half-assed job all around. Gave me a warm feeling in the bottom of my heart.
We're back home now, complaining about our jackasses of neighbours and libreally speckled in paint and covered in dust. Going to be an early night tonight.