Wednesday August 27, 2008
Taking a back seat on the house-move for a while seems to be working awfully well. Of his own accord our agent called this afternoon to inform us that the survey was satisfactory, the buyer is ‘excited’ at the progress, and that things are moving in both the solicitor’s and the mortgage company’s offices. All is satisfactory, so it seems. Still no indication of dates but, as I tell myself every evening, we are only a tad over a fortnight into what is likely to be a minimum of an eight week process so it’s a little early to be asking for a time table.
Graham took the call, which is fine by me. I hate having to recount phone calls to him–our ideas of what constitutes a sensibly serial account seldom coincide.
We’ve got to the point in the game where details of what we should leave and what we should take become important. Graham is keen to leave our dishwasher, washing machine and fridge-freezer behind, taking only the clothes drier with us–the house we are buying has these units built in, to be left for us. Both houses have built in ovens and hobs.
But, and it’s a vital thing to keep in mind, it ain’t a done deal until contracts have been signed and deposits paid. I think that today’s welcome news justifies an increase in optimism, no more, and I’m glad that Graham seems to be firming up on what he thinks should be our plan ‘B’ if the whole thing falls through again.
I shall have to take control back when or rather if we get to exchange of contracts–Graham will be far too busy packing between then and our actual moving day.
So, while I tend to a cautious view, we are getting excited once more. It’s good to be excited. Life would be awfully dull if you couldn’t have just a little excitement in it.
