Progress
So yesterday morning D was bullying me to to clear as many surfaces as possible, and shove as much as I could in cupboards, as someone was coming from the estate agent to look at the house, take photos etc. and give us an up-to-date asking price. So there I was in the study, with the small, battery-powered vacuum cleaner, removing the obvious bits of fluff from carpet that had still been under piles last Thursday - the study is quite unrecognisably tidy at present - when D asked:
"What day is it today?"
"Wednesday," I said.
"Ah," he said ominously. "According to my diary, they're coming to look at the house tomorrow...."
He was lucky to live to tell the tale.
Someone from the estate agent came today to look at the house. He took pictures of all the rooms, and said he would come back when it was not snowing to photograph the outside. So we have signed on the dotted line, and the house will go on the market when we get back from holiday.
Things are moving on apace.
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"What day is it today?"
"Wednesday," I said.
"Ah," he said ominously. "According to my diary, they're coming to look at the house tomorrow...."
He was lucky to live to tell the tale.
Someone from the estate agent came today to look at the house. He took pictures of all the rooms, and said he would come back when it was not snowing to photograph the outside. So we have signed on the dotted line, and the house will go on the market when we get back from holiday.
Things are moving on apace.
This entry was originally posted at http://valydiarosada.dreamwidth.org/8710.html