We sold our house this week. We got asking price too, despite my concerns about it being the most expensive house ever marketed in our street. So, our people are now speaking to their people and I'm sure it wont all be smooth and serene (some dark and nasty problem always seems to pop up when solicitors are involved), but at least we can now start plotting and planning our move and renovation project. Phil is rarely seen these days without either an Ikea or Bath Store catalogue and, I must say, I'm loving seeing him get enthusiastic about anything connected to property in the UK. He is aware of this and swears his mood will change once the reality of the daily commute sets in. It's not much further in miles (70 miles round-trip) but there are quite a few roads - many of them minor ones - to go down, rather than just the A23/M23 we're used to. Ah, well, it can't all be good, can it? That would just be too easy.
Watch this space for news as it happens. I've never been the best at keeping this blog-thing updated but I'll do my best. Keep your fingers crossed for us. Money-hungry solicitors are now involved and I am a closet fatalist. As Bollo, the Ape DJ in The Mighty Boosh says "I got a bad feeling about this".
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