Saturday November 19, 2005
Another cold, frosty day, starting out with ice on the pond and not warming very much at all as the day progressed. It stays calm and sunny, though, so it’s a delight to sit inside and look out and, providing you wrap up good and warm, a pleasure to experience outdoors, too.
We had another set of house viewers this afternoon and, after helping to get the house ready, I was relieved of hosting duty and sent off to do a bit of shopping while Graham did the honours.
“They had two kidlets with them,” Graham said, calling me in mid-Tesco’s after they’d departed.
“Oh, poor old Dolly. She hates children with a vengeance. She is alright, though, isn’t she?”
“Shit. Where is she?”
“Don’t worry. She’ll be under the bed in the little room.”
“Hang on while I check… Ah. Yes. There she is. That’s a relief.”
“Know what you mean. How did the viewing go?”
“Wouldn’t like to say. Very cool, calm and collected. Did the job properly.”
“Ah well. This agent is particularly good at follow-up, so we’ll know on Monday or Tuesday.”
We’re getting to be rather laid back about viewings now. Oh, we get the place neat and tidy, and clean, of course, but other than that it’s a matter of getting the job done and forgetting about it as soon as it’s over. One of these days we’ll get the shock of our lives and receive a genuine let’s-get-it-done offer and then I shall have to remember how you manage cross-country house moves. All over again.
Late in the evening, somewhere around dinner time, I detected a slight pain in my back muscles.
“How bad is it?” Graham asked.
“Not too dreadful. I don’t think it’s a spine thing. More likely I got a muscle chilled when I went shopping.”
“I told you to put your thermals on.”
“Yeah. I know. No fool like an old fool.”
“You said it, buster.”