Good lord, what a day out.
We spent the day on the move.
Bethan my baby girl, now entitled to drive, was safely in the back.
Off we went.
We started souless a souless unhappy house with a desperate seller. The arguments and domestic discord echoed in the voice that told us of all the property interests he obviously stood to lose if he did not sell.
Trouble was, despite his desperation for an offer one felt clear that the offer he wanted was some years ago in a past property boom.
Lovely sheds, to die for, Green Goddess heaven, absolutely everything we needed. Shame we could not live there.
Next on, ohh lordy, green goddess hell, did not work at all, but I would make it work to live there. No more to say former mill by a river, wonderfull house wonderfull place wonderfull price.
Well it might be.
I am losing it somewhere along the line.
There seem to be lots of willing buyers out there with unrealistic expectations of what the price has dropped to matched with a market that still thinks it's 2007.
BAH think I will walk away....
R
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
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