Screwed...

Another one bites the dust...

"Midweek Drinking?!" Yeah. Midweek drinking. I can hear you judging me, go on - judge away. What of it, eh? You got something to say? You come and say it to my face. Yeah, not so big and smart now are ya?

(Ed: Abi - stop being mildly threatening to your reader, it's unbecoming and a little uncouth).

Okay, sorry - I know, I know, I'm a little defensive - well, so would you be if you'd just accidentally sold your flat after only 2 weeks with ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHERE YOU WERE GOING TO GO WHEN YOU GET KICKED OUT IN APRIL.

Yes. That's right. We seem to have sold the flat! Of course, we won't have - because this is our 'falling through' experience (not to be confused with the 'following through experience' which we all know happens much further down the line when you realise you forgot to sign your missives and your removal men are all waiting and you don't have a mortgage and such like).

You know - 'Falling Through' experience. Everybody has them - you get a buyer, you click your heels and go off and find a new home and then it all falls through and you weep into your pillow for 2, sometimes 3 nights lamenting the life you WOULD have had in the house you nearly bought but COULDN'T because some bastard let you down.

Then you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, get back into 'our house is for sale' mode and it all trundles along till someone else buys your house and you move on and forget all about it.

So that's the bit we're at now - let's call it the pre-sale sale. We appear to have sold the flat. The very first people (this is why I know it's going to fall through) that walked through this door to judge our walls and mutter at the end of our bed decided to put an offer in. An offer that is the asking price (this is the other reason I know it's going to fall through - this NEVER happens to anybody. Even people we normally consider 'lucky'. We are not lucky, we are stumbling-through-mishap-after-mishap-idiots so this can't happen to us. The laws of gravity won't allow it or something).

And now we're just waiting to see if their surveyor guy that came today has deemed it as good as OUR surveyor guy said it was (this is the 3rd reason I know it's going to fall through, no doubt he's gone up there and the roof is actually made out of mulched up newspaper and grass cuttings) and then, well by the wee fella Jiminny Cricket himself - we will have sold our house.

So: to summarise.

1) If the surveyor says YES we have sold our flat. 14 days after putting it on the market, AT the asking price.

The good thing about this being the 'falling through stage' is that we have absolutely no idea where we're going so this whole procedure being stalled later in the week due to the 'falling through' previously described in this blip means we have longer to find the house of our dreams and I don't have to make any decisions for a while.

Hooray!