Thursday April 10, 2008
I took a call from the agent yesterday. He had no news, though he seemed to be pleased to have found us a viewer, saying that one viewer is better than none. Hurrumph! I’ve asked Graham to take any further calls. I don’t think my new-found loving and gentle old man act is ready to be tested to destruction just yet.
It was another lovely day, though, sunny and bright, and it looks like being much the same today. It’s cold, and likely to stay that way until the blast of frozen air from the Arctic dissolves away. No matter. Find a nice sheltered spot facing the sun and you can feel your troubles fade.
Not, really, that we have any troubles. It’s clear now that the UK housing market is in process of grinding almost to a halt. We’ll weather it.
I’ve been looking at the possibility of letting this house out to tenants and renting or buying one in West Wales. The figures simply don’t add up.
So I think the best thing to do is to settle back and wait, labouring meanwhile to make this place more and more desirable, and saving hard to improve Graham’s retirement fund. I suspect that Graham will be out job hunting in earnest soon.
Dolly doesn’t mind. A graceful old lady now, she sleeps happily through the live-long day, purring quietly away to herself often as not, and waking only as the offices of life demand. Once or twice a day she comes along to demand a cuddle. She gets it. On nice days she yowls to be let out; weather permitting she does a wild growling dash around the garden, frightening the life out of any passing minor moggie, and then comes back in to repeat the same dash around the house, up and down the stairs, finishing in the kitchen to demand a small treat for her cleverness. She gets that, too.