My
brain has gone from lockdown to ballistic this morning at the thought that
someone has finally made an offer on our house. And we’ve accepted it!
I
want to swing from the chandeliers, run, shout, laugh, cry and tell the whole
world all at the same time. I’m so excited, I feel like rushing outside
and kissing people! Okay so perhaps that
last bit will have to wait a few more weeks but maybe it’s alright to just pogo
on the driveway like an exuberant puppy whilst wearing a facemask. What will the neighbours think? What do I care? Today the world is a happy clappy place to
be in.
Our
buyers seem lovely, a nice young family with a couple of kids who were more
interested in Shelby than in exploring their soon to be nice new home. I’m so glad it’s not some rip-the-guts-out
property developer who would have turned this beautiful house into a dozen
cramped bedsits just to make a few quid but a family who might cherish the
place as much as we have.
And
so after a frantic flurry of phone calls, emails, preparing checklists and
filling in web questionnaires, we are officially ‘under offer’ which means we
can now begin to move things along with our own property purchase in
Chichester.
I’m
keeping this brief partly because my head feels like it’s trying to contain a beehive
and also because I don’t want to jinx it.
It’s so exciting!
 |
| Keep Calm? But I'm Spanish |
No comments:
Post a Comment