As if by magic, a sign that I am doing the right thing by moving out of London arrived in the post.
And not a moment too soon, for with all the to-ing and fro-ing over arcane anomalies in the floorplan of my flat I had become so heartily sick of the conveyancing process I was almost ready to jack the whole move in.
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