Tuesday March 4, 2008
The agent came and went, the house sale details were agreed, finally, and the house is now officially on the market. Or will be, once the online databases have been updated.
I have an informal agreement that only really, positively genuine buyers will be shown the house before Saturday, when Graham will be home but other than that, we’re back to the old familiar game of waiting. Otherwise known as sitting quietly, not making a mess.
I’ve made up a reading list for myself, including the last part of the last Harry Potter novel, which I’m determined to finish before the sun goes nova. In addition, I’ve dug out a pad of canvas paper and a pack of oil pastels, just in case. I always have my notebooks to hand, of course.
“Last time we were at this stage it took a year to get to a sale,” I said to the agent just before he left.
“I shall be surprised if that happens this time round.”
Well, he would say that, wouldn’t he?
Actually, I’m reasonably hopeful that things will not take too long. An immediate snap-up is possible but unlikely. The market is troubled but houses are selling, and ours is at least as likely to sell as any other.
House hunting isn’t possible until we get a firm bite of course, so we can do no more than keep our eye on market movement in the Cardigan area.
It’s very much a wait and see game from now on.
Not a bad time, then, before I turn my attention to other things, to trot out the last batch of house photos. This one shows the three bedrooms on the top floor of the house:
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