So.
We have been waiting since Saturday to hear if Bob, for that’s what I shall call him, after his 3 viewings of our fine abode was going to make an offer. Bob, after some discussion with his family, it appeared was planning an offer on Monday. For those of you who are into these things we call days, I believe it’s Wednesday and no word from Bob on the matter of the offer.
Now, I’d been very good – things have not gone well enough to count chickens, but I’d certainly been optimistically eyeing the eggs – and now I’m not feeling so good about the situation. There’s another viewing on Saturday which will maybe give us the much needed sale, but as we move slowly towards a time of year when sales are more scarce I get more worried. We need to sell the house, but at the moment we’re stuck in a miasma of no forward motion – if we don’t sell the house, the amount it doesn’t bear thinking about is quite high. The only solution I can think of is for me to do an extra two agency shifts every month (at least) just so we can pay mortgage and rent.
As a side point, the unexpected extra costs of selling include:
– Extra eating out to ensure the house is empty for viewings
– Gallons of extra cleaners ‘cos we’re essentially cleaning the kitchen surfaces every day, and mopping the floors way more frequently than normal.
– Electricity because, you guessed it, we’re running the hoover loads, and running the lights more than normal too.
– Lightbulbs! Because while we’ll put up with the odd blown halogen bulb in the kitchen, we want them all working for viewings…
– So much time. My paranoia means that I have normally cleaned at least one room before I go to work. :-/
We are *desperate* for someone to come in with a decent offer on the place. We’ve come so bloody close and it’s really, really frustrating. Once it’s sold, that will be a huge weight off my mind.
Anyhow, we’re running up to the last few days at my current place of work – which is quite interesting. People seem sad to see me go and I’ve had the depressing realisation that I will, at least for a while, have to pretend to be faintly professional in my new job. I’ve always had a very relaxed relationship with my work colleagues, and also a level of sarcasm that sometimes surprises even me; so that’s something I’ll probably need to tone down until I get to know people… It’s all strange.
I have, however, managed to spend a big chunk of the morning listening to MSc lectures. I can’t remember how I got my head to take in information so much when I was doing my BScs, ‘cos two lectures and my head is going ‘uh – no more thanks, I’m grand’. Still, it’s not looking quite as scary as it was from a distance.
Anyway, I’m going to chill out for the hour before work now :)
