INSTRUCTION TIME AGAIN

It’s done!  I finally pressed the ‘INSTRUCT NOW’ button last night.  There was no shilly shally, dilly dally, cold feet, turning back, second thoughts or final reprieves as my finger hovered nervously over the mouse button.  Just one swift click and whoooosh – a shiny new ‘for sale’ board has mysteriously appeared tethered to our front railings quicker than Boris's antibody testing.

It's finally happened!

And so this little piggy is at last going to market (the Covid piggy is staying at home).  As Edith Piaf once said ‘Non, je ne regrette rien’ and let’s hope that I’m not 'regretting rien' later on.  Regretting this decision to wave goodbye to my lovely home, a home that’s seen many good times (and bad) but that’s never let us down in the past twenty years.   

Who'll buy this lovely house?

We’ve decided to be all modern and hi-tech and use Purple Bricks as our agent to avoid the ‘commisseria’ that according to their marketing campaign is what everyone else experiences when going through a traditional estate agent.  Agency fees are generally 1-1.5% of a property’s final sale price and on our valuation that would amount to an eye-watering £3,700 doing it the old fashioned way.  Ouch!  I can feel the moths in my purse already getting agitated at the thought of parting with that kind of wonga. 

There are no prizes for guessing how I’m going to be spending my bank holiday weekend.  Who is that whirling Dervish with a cleaning rag in one hand and polish in the other, spinning, scrubbing and dusting until every surface gleams like gold?  Moi, of course.

A pair of kitty bookends to decorate the bedroom