My son and I raced from nursery to my new place to find the gloss paint wet, the decorators belongings all over and my son asleep. My hands were tied and really it had mostly been a wasted journey. But I did pick up some mail etc. 
Ultimately it's one step towards being in. Tomorrow most paint will be dry and my ex gas given me a lot if things for the house. I look forward to vacuuming and cleaning and putting things in order etc. 
Just received a call from my ex asking me for the third time if I'm gonna expect to get money from the house in years to come. I fed up of having to repeat myself. It's like people don't like to hear a positive answer. They push you and push you trying to have some drama in their lives. They just can't handle things going ok, they have to be going through some punishment of some kind.
Just like when I was married.. I get along fine with her when I don't see or hear from her. But when she's about she makes me want to slash my wrists.