Ah the joys of selling a house are as nothing compared with the joys of buying a house!
Harangued and under siege by estate agents from all directions, buyers, sellers and the kids all wanting to know where we will be living at Christmas.
I'm a pretty untidy person, but i am organized....everything I've tidied up for a viewing is in a cupboard, chest of drawers, under the bed or in the van.
Have you seen....? is a common question asked of me.
Where is....? is another.
Under the stairs? In a cupboard? Under a bed? In the van? is a more common answer.
It was funny when the viewers opened the door to the under stairs cupboard and were bombarded by an avalanche of sleeping bags unpaired socks and t shirts.
It is with great delight that i can now return the favour and know that someone has frantically been tidying up, dressing rooms and hoovering the carpets.
Houses with windows opened when it's windy and wet are damp and those smelling of perfume and patchouli oil have pets or kids who wee the bed.
There is something voyeuristic about looking around someones house and it's very difficult not to make some sweeping judgements.
We went to view a house and partly renovated cottage this morning...It looked sad, abandoned and overgrown.
The cottage looked as if a chaotic magician had started some spells and had got distracted halfway through.
Later, after much digging around on the Internet we discovered the chap had indeed thought himself a bit of a wizard.
I just know that is where we will end up living....Mr H was enchanted.
I am far less susceptible to magical influences and thought..."deep red gooey liquid in a very hot place!".....work it out!
On the way home, we received a call from an estate agent we are not even looking at houses with or is selling ours to ask us had we put an offer on another house that she had on her books.
Indeed we had.....and she informed us that there was likely to be an acceptance of the offer. So now we are in hiding, awaiting to see if an offer will be accepted on the magicians property before we make a decision.
Meanwhile the buyer ai champing at the bit.
Life is never dull living with Mr H.
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