For the first time someone (other than us) mentioned a possible completion date where we finally exchange contracts. Things do not move quickly!
This is exciting news as it looks like things are actually moving forward and we might actually be moving. Of course nothing’s definite until those keys change hands but it’s getting more optimistic with each passing day.
Ideally we would like to move out and move in on the same day. This would avoid us having to put everything in storage and foist ourselves on the father of Big T which I’m sure would be preferable for us all.
I think the end of November would be our earliest date. Can it really all happen in the next month? Let’s see what happens next…
Finally, after four months of nothing happening, our prospective buyers organised a survey which happened today.
It’s a positive sign that they are serious, that they are willing to pay for a survey and we are getting slightly closer to a completion date.
That is, unless they find something which causes them to pull out…
Let’s hope not!
Last week there was a big tradeshow going on, there were conferences, meetings and dinners and of course, there were drinks. Lots of drinks. And more drinks. And one more for the road. And that was that.
By the end of the week I couldn’t face another London Brasserie or another glass of wine and so have decided it’s time yet again to go sober and detox. A strange sense of deja vu!
I’ll admit, this seems to come up at various times of the year (usually Christmas and January) but with OctSober in full swing in the UK, it’s another band wagon to jump on.
So here we go, Day Two.
Saturday and we decided to head to Sussex to Camber Sands. A day trip to the seaside, in the rain, it doesn’t get more English!
It took us about an hour by train to Rye and another half an hour (including a short wait) to get to Camber Sands.
It was a lovely surprise when we hopped off the bus at Pontins, a wide sandy beach with an endless horizon. Plenty of dogs off lead as it was past September and Agnes running as free as a bird.
We were lucky with the weather, it was hazy but warm enough and Agnes behaved impeccably, fetching the ball and sitting for cheese.
As the weather turned cold, we headed back to Rye for a pub lunch and then it turned cold and nasty.
We looked around Rye in the rain and made a note to return in better weather as it was quite miserable and so we repaired to a café to wait for the next train to St. Pancras.
It was a nice day out and we’ll be doing more London excursions while we can.
One happy dog!
The boys are back in town, or rather, Big T and Agnes have returned to London after summering (and springing) in the South of France.
They arrived back having ventured across France on multiple trains and under the Channel in the dog taxi before arriving at St Pancras on Saturday evening. It goes without saying, they were a little shell-shocked, not least by the change in temperature.
Sunday was spent reacquainting them with the delights of Maida Vale and Little Venice as we enjoyed a delicious Sunday lunch at our favourite pub and a walk past our future home (hopefully) perfectly located across the road from the park and around the corner from the tube station.
And so it’s truly Autumn with the intrepid two back in London and the temperatures outside dropping. Time to kick the leaves in the park and turn up the heating inside!
I am stuck in limbo and I don’t like it.
In addition to the Catholic interpretation of being stuck between heaven and hell, it’s also that infuriating dance where you bend over backwards and try to inch your way under a pole without touching it. I’m not entirely sure what the difference is. How low can you go?
At this point I feel like I’ve been bending over backwards for several months, inching forward, trying desperately not to knock the pole down and yet making absolutely no progress. Unfortunately this analogy applies to several things and it would appear that every planet is in retrograde, not just Mercury!
At some point, something will have to happen, surely this can’t go on forever? Or isn’t that the whole point, being stuck in limbo for eternity?
In my mind we’ve moved to Maida Vale (rather than the dodgy fringes where we currently live!)
I’ve changed my daily bike route to detour along the roads where I will be cycling and this weekend I walked past the flat we’re hoping to buy.
I was on my way to the local cinema (conveniently located five minutes away from the new flat) and so walked through the park in order to do a little pedestrian stalking.
A dog came out of the building so that fear was laid to rest as we weren’t sure pets were allowed. Dogs are certainly not allowed in the communal gardens so twenty metres of Welsh Terrier will have to be deployed if the doors to the gardens are open.
From the road it looked like there was a TV on in the living room. Odd, as the flat is unoccupied and the previous owner passed away…
I strolled along, went to a local corner shop, admired how close the tube is and generally felt quite smug.
With all that said, we are still to put our mortgage application in and basically nothing has happened, the whole thing could fall apart and I’ll be the sad cyclist riding past the flat we didn’t buy.
Let’s hope not!