House for sale

Our house is on the market.  We are out there.   House for sale.   Not our home anymore, but a house, cleaned up, sorted out and ready to sell.

  During the first two days there has been plenty of interest apparently, but no one wanting to view the property.    The biggest worry from people was the fact that there was a shared freehold, and people had heard all sorts of scare stories about problems with leases.    

The freehold title on this property is absolutely tight, with very clear land and building titles.   The bank originally organised the freehold and leasehold titles when we bought the house in 1992, and then it was was updated by solicitors when we took over some of the back garden.    I think we need to have another talk to the estate agent selling the property.    Just to make sure that he is clear about the freehold on this property.   Best to be sure. 

The sign in the front garden to let everyone know the maisonette is definitely for sale.   Every time we look out of the front windows we see the sign.   A stark reminder.

 The estate agent took the photographs of the house, and did quite a good job.    We had a laugh though, when we saw the water bottles and Walter's beer box on the other side of the bathroom window, making quite a show in the photograph of the bathroom.  They were in the side room which we use as a storage area. 

We also forgot to remove the numerous magnets from the fridge, which looked very unattractive in the photograph.   They are gone now, and all we have is a shiny white surface that reflects the light when the sun shines through the window. 

We need to wear our sunglasses in the kitchen now, it is all gleaming white and shiny.

Sadly all our pot plants have been removed, and it was a question of letting them die slowly in the garden or give them a sudden death in the compost heap.   I have chosen the former.     A difficult decision, that one.

The photos of the garden show a brilliant blue sky.   It certainly was a sunny day, but perhaps not quite as bright as the photographs show.   But other than that nothing else has been enhanced, the photographs show the house and garden as they are, warts and all.   Even the mole hills are there.

This weekend we are having a well deserved rest, in a spotlessly clean and uncluttered house.