Conveyancing stress...

Shh, listen carfully. That fluttering? It's the fuck-up fairy hovering just off-shot waiting to pounce. Little bastard. Just flittering around like that will distract a fellow into signing the wrong thing and committing to buying eighty years' worth of fire extinguishers for the weird guy two floors above me.

I hate this bit. I can do it for cutting metal or fabric, I can just about do it for going over the edge on a rope, but when it comes to legal stuff - well, legal stuff is like radiation. Deadly but invisible.

Need to have a nice long chat with my solicitors tomorrow. Gah.