Friday, 22 January 2010

Sunshine

The Grandad has decided to mediate between Belle Mere and nous, and had a meeting today where it was proffered that the Belle Mere may allow us to purchase half of the flat under conditions to be agreed. It’s a step in the right direction on perhaps a long road ahead, but at least it is ahead.
Posted by westendmum at 21:50

1 comment:

Chic Mama said...

I hope the meeting helps....family can be so difficult at times. Hope you don't mind but I mentioned in my post tonight. X

22 January 2010 at 23:28

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