Off Market

Our buyers have had their mortgage approved. Our estate agent has advised removing the house from the market. I feel slightly aggrieved that the agents are going to be paid a considerable amount of money for 12 days of 'work' and with ne'er a 'For Sale' board in sight.

But the job is done, I suppose, and at least the rest of the Malarkey gang can breathe a sigh of relief that I can now stop following them around with vacuum cleaner, duster and anti-bacterial spray clearing up every speck of dust they create 'in case we have a viewing.'

I feel oddly calm about the whole situation. Well, we have connected with 'our house' haven't we? Today we have discussed bathroom fittings.

'How about one of those roll top baths?' said Andy.
'Yes,' said I, who has been researching the advisability of Damp Permeable Membranes in old cottages. 'Because that'll be really easy to clean under, won't it?'
'We can put it slap bang in the middle of the bathroom,' said Andy.
'Sorted,' said I.

So there is not much we can do now until we've been to see our house on the 22nd. After a burst of excitement, it feels like we are being given a breathing space, a time to tread water. We've achieved a fairly painless book cull - well, Andy has, because I am pretty ruthless with books already.  Five less boxes of books to cart with us.

Oh, there is one thing we could do to keep our minds occupied. We could learn the language of the locals. Apparently, 80% of the population in the area we are aiming for speak a language that isn't English, and a little note on the bottom of our house's details suggests that newcomers to the area learn some...

...Welsh!...

...in order to fit in with the locals...

So, for now...

Da boch!