Long

A long day with my mum. With my stepfather still failing slowly thoughts to the future are forefront.
Been keeping an eye on properties that could be suitable locally and found the perfect one on Tuesday, told mum who went to see it on Thursday but unfortunately before she could give it thought it sold on Saturday. Gutted, both of us as it seems the perfect solution to a messy problem of helping my mum from afar.
So as per usual my mum determines to make it happen. So a letter was scrawled and popped thru the letter box offering whatever it would take for them to take it off the market.
Sat having breakfast at The Paper Mill and my phone rings.. what are you offering
Gulp
We went round to see the house only to find it was owned by one of my patients, hopefully that might go in our favour. The house was absolutely perfect as could be . Location, bungalow, garden, south facing, French windows… bath..
Buoyed up with a second chance we came away beaming and submitted an offer. Suffice to say, £65,000 over the asking price was not enough!

Gutted
Distraught mum
Damn!!!