A Waiting Game

We are certainly involved in a waiting game.  Nearly two weeks after selling the house, a flurry of dealing with some more paper work, and we are waiting for it all to happen.   Will it be a two month wait, or three months or more?   Or, in fact, will it happen at all?  

In the meantime life goes on, and we are making the most of the lengthening days, with spring around the corner.

Last week the temperature hardly rose above three or four degrees.   Every day after I dropped Walter off at the gym, I walked in Swanley Park, on the side of a hill, where the temperature never rose about one degree, according to my watch.    Bitterly cold.

Amazingly Bobbi did not notice the cold too much, although she was always keen to get back into the car afterwards.

The water froze over on the boating lake.

On the Thursday morning I walked with Kathy around Danson Park.   And the water had a layer of ice on the pond, and on the lake.    The ducks and birds were walking on ice.

I went for a walk in the woods, but could only find one or two snow drop plants, although there are plenty of crocuses flowering in the open areas around us. 

The rhubarb is coming through, a good sign that spring is around the corner.

And for two days the sun has been shining.   And we have opened the doors into the conservatory.   Of course it is likely to rain for days, but these few days of sunshine help to booster the morale no end.

And Walter is allowed to drive the car again, two and a half months after his knee operation.   He is very happy to be independent again, and I have so much more free time, now that I am no longer his taxi driver.    Good news.

Sold!

That was quick.   Sold!   The first person that viewed the house, bought it, for £2,000 less than the asking price. We are still reeling with shock.

On the day the person viewed the house, we had brilliant sunshine, so everything around looked absolutely beautiful.   The mole hills even looked appealing.  The sun shining through the large windows did show up my very poor window cleaning, but obviously that did not distract the potential buyer.    The person has since been back with different members of the family, and we have met them all.

Of course it will take ages to finalise the sale, which is more often the case here.   And it can all go pear shaped as nothing is definite until the contract has been signed, which is just before the buyer takes possession of the house.   There is a very short chain, with our buyer downsizing and purchasing our house outright.   The mortgages and surveys have been approved for that house and the first house in the chain, which has a first time buyer.    But still one never knows.

In the meantime we are sitting in a perfectly clean and tidy house.   No clutter in sight.    And fresh flowers in the vase.

The clean cloth for wiping up spills in the kitchen is still being placed neatly over the screw that Walter put in the kitchen sink.   The screw that Walter put in to stop the sink from moving and putting pressure on the waste pipe.   The screw that does not fit properly. 

One must be always prepared, still.