After a lot of consultation and discussion we instructed our lawyer to conclude missives this morning.
It was a relief.
The contractors can now be authorised to start the refurbishment of the premises and we can now get down to refining our sketchy plans regarding opening dates, beer and food offers, marketing and publicity and all the other stuff that goes with opening a city centre pub that has been closed for the best part of a year.
Once the pubco was informed that everything had been tied up my phone started ringing off the hook again, this time it wasn't lawyers but suppliers who had been eagerly waiting in the wings for the paperwork to be completed so they could attempt to sell us their wares.
After what seems like waiting an absolute age doing innumerable amounts of paperwork, taking part in many discussions, taking and making literally hundreds of phone calls, having a pile of meetings and a whole load more, the excitement of taking what amounts to a huge step towards getting the pub open is beginning to kick back in again.
I must admit that I felt that it had all sort of faded away over the past few weeks, possibly having been buried away somewhere under the mountains of administration or been pushed aside by the seething frustration of waiting for things to happen.
I found out today that it was still there and boy what a rush. A heady mixture of fear, adrenaline, hope, expectation with a hint of desperation and a smattering of a dozen or so other emotions.
What I need to do now is harness the rush and use it to inspire me to keep focussed, motivated and energised.