Tastes Differ

One of the hardest things I’m finding about house-hunting is dealing with everyone else’s opinion about what kind of property we should be looking for, and where. I mean, my husband and I tend to live our own life in our own way, so we already know from experience that what suits us does not necessarily suit anyone else.

We like what we like and accept the fact that tastes inevitably differ – not just in terms of decor but in the layout of the floorplan of each property and how each individual room space is used. We know we need to choose a home for ourselves, not for everyone else, even if everyone else hates what we end up with.

But we’ll choose a house for ourselves and make it a home that we love, and then hopefully everyone else we love will grow to love it too, because they can’t help but see that we love it regardless ❤

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Differ


Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Where

Where have I been hiding for the last couple of weeks, some of you may have been wondering? I realise I kind of just dropped off the edge of the blogosphere without a word of warning and haven’t really made much of an appearance here since. But don’t worry, I’m still here, you won’t get rid of me that easily!

The good news is my husband and I have finally sold our flat in London – third time lucky – and as of 31st July we have moved back to Scotland to live. We’ve not actually bought a new house yet, but are avidly house-hunting here in Inverness and in the meantime we’re staying with my mum and dad nearby until we find something we like.

It feels a bit odd camping out in someone else’s spare room at our age, but we’re incredibly grateful to have the option to have some breathing space between selling one property and buying another. Conveyancing processes vary hugely between English and Scottish law, making it incredibly difficult to both sell in England and buy in Scotland at the same time, so this seemed to be the perfect temporary solution.

Luckily for us it suits mum and dad to have us here for the time being too – with dad still recovering from his fourth stroke it gives mum a bit of breathing space too to have us around, and it seems they both appreciate the extra help with dad’s ongoing care, which is great for all of us right now.

We had initially put our leasehold flat on the market in the spring of 2017, but soon realised we would ideally have to extend our lease to make a good return on the property, so withdrew it from sale after only a few weeks to complete the lease extension process. Unfortunately for us that took 13 long months of legal wrangling with a difficult-to-deal-with freeholder to achieve.

And so in the summer of 2018, complete with lease extension, we put the flat on the market again, and soon found a buyer who was happy to offer the price we were looking for – so far, so good. But unfortunately six weeks into the sale process our buyer was made redundant and therefore withdrew his offer before the contract was signed. That was such a huge blow for us, and we felt so devastated we took the flat off the market again, to lick our wounds and regroup…

And so on to this year – with a great deal of trepidation and inevitable caution we warily put the flat back on the market again in the early spring, where we soon found a brand new buyer who absolutely fell in love with our flat, and this time thankfully the sale process has now completed successfully – woo-hoo!

So here we are back in Scotland, my husband and I, right back to the area where we first met 46 years ago, ready to start a brand new adventure in our life together. Wish us luck with our house-hunting, and hopefully the perfect home is out there waiting for us to find it, although for now we’re not entirely sure exactly where! 🙂

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Where

Spill the Beans, Facebook

I happily had a Facebook account for about 8 years before deleting it – not disabling it, but deleting it entirely. Nothing was wrong, as such, but after Facebook was launched onto the stock market I found it wasn’t quite the same – I just didn’t like the way it worked any more. Deleting my account SHOULD, according to Facebook, have removed all links to my now defunct account, including my email address.

But then, several months later I started getting new notification emails from a Facebook account that definitely wasn’t mine, and wasn’t in my name. When I politely and formally contacted Facebook to let them know someone seemed to be using my personal email address without my knowledge, they dismissed my claim, insisting there was no Facebook account linked to my specific email. Hmmm…

I investigated, and found that Gmail have relatively recently intoduced a new method of email addresses where emails with the letters and numbers of your account will come to you regardless of the inclusion of a dot or not. This particular email address had no dot between first and second names, but the name is the same, although mine has a dot between. So perhaps that’s why Facebook were so insistent that my email was not linked to any account?

So I thought – well, OK, so if this Facebook account I know nothing about has got MY email address attached to it, even though Facebook tells me it doesn’t, maybe I’ll try to log in with my email and see what happens… ‘forgot password’ link clicked… and hey presto, they sent me a new password link to my email (yep, that’s right, to the email that ISN’T linked to any Facebook account.)

Is it wrong to log in to an account that isn’t yours when it’s YOUR email that has been used wrongly in the set up of the account? In sheer frustration, not knowing what else to do, I logged in and simply requested for the account to be deleted – I figured if it was a real person, it served them right for using MY email address (the same one I’ve used for years) on THEIR account when the email address clearly wasn’t even in their name.

And if it turned out to be Facebook fucking around trying to get me to set up a new account, it should teach them not to mess with my email address, or me. Thankfully after that I heard no more about it – no more Facebook notifications or friends requests to my email address – hurrah!

But recently I’ve started to get an occasional Instagram notification sent to my email address. I let the first one ride, just sitting in my inbox until I could see how the land lies, but soon it started to get a cluster of friends joining it… Hmmm… on closer investigation Instagram seems to be owned by Facebook – oh what a surprise!

So I didn’t bother trying to contact Facebook again, after the last fiasco of an experience I had with them. Instead I decided to log in using MY email addresss again to what is effectively someone else’s Instagram account – it’s definitely not mine, I’ve never had one and this is a sure-fire way of making it ultra-clear to me why I never will.

So I followed the same process as I did before. I logged in to Instagram with MY email… forgot password link… and hey presto, I’m in again. I don’t use Instagram so didn’t know my way around, but in ‘Edit profile’ I found an old email address for the apparent actual user of the account and changed the email address back to the original. Then I temporarily disabled the account too, because I couldn’t find out how to delete it.

Back in my original email from Instagram, there was also a link to ‘remove your email from this account’, so I clicked on that, just to see what happened. ‘Your email has been removed, you are free to set up a new account’ it told me… really? You think I’m going to have anything to do with your dodgy social media company after TWICE finding my personal email address used in accounts not belonging to me?

So spill the beans, Facebook – what’s the deal here? Why are you allowing MY long-standing personal email address to be used randomly in other people’s social media accounts? If you’re such a shit-hot IT company, why don’t you inderstand that Google have an email system that isn’t reliant on the inclusion or exclusion of dots within the email name, and so all of it comes to me regardless?

Fix it, Facebook, frustration has certainly turned to fury in this ex-user… Grrr… 😦

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Spill