I like the calm before the storm. I am moving tomorrow. Its so serene and peaceful. Its the bit where you can sit back and think that nothing bad is going to happen and everything is going to be just fine. That lasted until about 11am.

"Hi MB, its your solicitors. I've got all your mortgage papers ready and just noticed that the price on the mortgage thing is 8 grand lower than the sale price on the contract. We need more mortgage documents! There's no way we can complete tomorrow."

I now face the possibility of being homeless tomorrow. And then on Saturday I'd have to start selling the Big Issue, while all my expensive Ikea furniture would be sitting in storeage. What type of cardboard box is best? I can get plenty of old Dell boxes, even if my very annoying collegaue won't let me take them. 5 minutes pass...

"Its me again. Sorry to panic you before but I read the figures wrong. Its all go for tomorrow."

And so mid afternoon, I decide to do a final ring round to check everything with everyone.

Mortgage broker: "Thanks for calling robin barsteward's mortgage brokers. Sorry but I can't come to the phone right now, I'm too busy playing Solitaire on the computer."

Vendor's Agents: "Everything better be Ok or we'll string you up to the nearest lamp-post."

My Solicitor:

"Looks like the previous panic wasn't wrong. There was a problem with the figures - we're going to be short a bit of money."

"Well I've already got a banker's draft for your (exorbatant) fees and the deposit. I can't get another one..."

"Can you not bring cash? Its only £30."

"Only £30? Well I've gotten use to just opening my wallet and letting people take money from it so why not."

And then Thunderbirds are go. I have a quiet night of packing ahead of me. Just put some stuff from the kitchen into boxes and I'm away. A nice serene evening overcoming the stress of the day.

And then I get the text. "Get down to Old Trafford Joel Glazer is there." So I do and take part in a five hour mexican stand off which ended at 11pm.