Thursday April 11, 2008
This was the day when the new agent called to sign agreements, discuss instructions, and take photographs. The house will re-enter the market on April 17, at a considerably lower price, which he says he is confident will ‘attract a lot of interest’.
Once we’ve switched we’re going to take a far less intense attitude to the house sale. We shall of course keep the place spick and span, and ready for viewing any time. Other than that we’ll be sitting back and relaxing. I told the new guy that and he approved but thought he could arrange a sale before we grow stale.
So we waved him off and were on the point of going out for lunch and garden centering when the doorbell rang and there, in floods of tears, was one of Graham’s ex-staff needing a shoulder to cry on. Graham switched with impressive speed and smoothness into sympathetic management mode and I took myself off to my stuy, out of the way, and out of earshot.
I was just about to start writing a journal entry about something deeply trivial when Dolly came thrumping into the room, demanding cuddles. However, when I went to pick her up she turned about and led me off to the bedroom, leapt onto the bed and looked at me. Meaningfully.
It was a long cuddle and an even longer nap.
A strange day.