Holidays

Times are starting to catch up with us.

Management has retired to bed.

The holiday is taking it's toll I am a bit tired too.

Can they start school tomorrow?

People who "work" have holidays, foster carers just end up knackered, hang on, do "workers" launched into weeks with children end up the same??

Bethan is sat on her new GCSE laptop.

We are in limbo, will these people who looked at the house drop us an offer.

Management has been looking up various scenarios of the money kind.

We are in that state we hate: not knowing.

P has featured little if at all on my blog recently.

He is off with mum and the jury is seriously out over whether he comes back or not.

Well liked locally they all hope he will stay.

He was placed here to try and break his strong links with mum.

Good reasons; based on putting him first then.

Nothing at all to do with adoption targets of course.

Unfortunately he was placed somewhere that worked for him.

Mum has realised he should never have been moved from her.

Where were these lawyers who told her that now, when she was ill and she needed them?

Where we go no one knows.....

We have had a really nice summer.

I hope that can continue for us, especially me and management.

Next year I think the girls will want to be themselves and stay home.

I will miss them.

I wonder if we will ever be able to pay for those weeks in Brittany again.

R

where are all these buyers coming from?

We have gone a few months with nothing happening at all - zilch - rien - not a dicky bird.

The viewees yesterday are apparently off to see planning about what they would like to do here and are generally mustard keen.

The phone has just rung and there are more viewees on their way to see the house this afternoon.

Bloody hell!

She is sat there working out how much our mortgage is worth so that we could try and see how much of it we could lose by moving where.

R

Tension

There comes a point in the selling of a house where you have done everything you can and you have to just sit and wait.

Clearly the house was a hit, they have sold and have to move, quick too.

We should know either way this week.

We have been here before admittedly but I dare say that I do feel a bit of a buzz.

Maybe not.

Time will tell.

The lady does not do waiting, I don't really do moving.

R

A viewing - by heck

So of course we had our viewing.

The director of operations was away, off being hurled round the offshore islands in a huge RIB with about 500 gee gees prodding it along. This is exactly what I would call fun and she would call hell so naturally she went and I stayed and showed the viewees round.

He was keen she was towards the icy side of cool. No need to speculate over the result then, his masters voice will tell him what to do.

They certainly viewed the view though. 2 hours, fairly usual, they stay all day then go away.

Naturally with management and nearly everyone else not here it was an ideal chance to take my two daughters out for lunch.

Well, it would have been; suspisciously close to lunch time, Serenity my step daughter arrived and she just happened to have her four children with her and they looked seriously hungry.

She didn't stop though. as soon as she realised the cafe was closed, errr her mother was not here, away she went. There was no conversation really, she got back into the car and she was gone.

So the girls and I got to go out and enjoy a pleasant afternoon in the local hostelry. Branwen was defeated by a chicken madras, Bethan gamely stood in and went a multiple selection of hues as the ferocious curry ravaged her taste buds.

Of course the viewees are down for the weekend and may want to come and see the house again. So we cannot return it to a normal lived in state. Everything is missing hidden and lost, indiscriminately bundled into cupboard and drawer, sorting this tidy out could take weeks, months even.

I don't think I can take many more viewings.

R

Viewing some more.....

Today has been back to normal service.

Started the day with rotten petrol and nothing starting.

Of course this is the very thing for a green goddess.

All that rancid gone off old petrol and two stroke is eagerly accepted by the truck that finds modern fuel altogether a bit warm.

Then I broke her beloved strimmer. Yeah I snapped the Stihl which now needs engineering level repair. Into service went the one it replaced which, thank goodness sparked up immediately.

Then on to the lawn mower, this is the brother to our 5 year old one in Brittany that just runs and runs. This one though needs the carb draining down every so often as it tends to collect water. So of course a seal decided to move and lots of messing was needed. Swearing at it was a great help

Then on to moving the new (older than the IVECO) minibus which resolutly refused to start due to a really crap ford feature, their silly flat battery terminals that are impossible to get a good connection on.

These were rubbish on the Ford Anglia, so of course they have lived on with tradition...

Now, as well as this the proper trucks need a move.

Isabelle has not a drop of fuel so thats tomorrows first job.

Gloria has a problem oil seal on the filter, there's job number two.

Taff is minus a battery so there's job three, where did I put that and best give it a bit of charge. Thinking about it, that might be the first job really, while that is charging I can do the others.

Maybe I don't mind all this selling stuff. I get to drive green goddesses. Better than that, Bethan can drive Gloria.

She will love that.

It has been a very quiet few days.

Taliesin is in Spain.

P is with his mum and Little D with his nan.

It's been great.

Change starts tomorrow, D comes home.

I wish me and management were waking up in Guemene tomorrow, on our own.

That would be really good.

I suspect that when we do we will miss our lovely children.

R

Viewings.

The UK property market has got to a state where if it was twice as active you could almost call it dead...

Naturally we have the house for sale.

Realistically me and the management are resigned to not selling the house at all and are slowly changing plans to take account of that.

So of course in that mental climate, for the first time in Months we now have a viewing.

I never knew how complex selling a house really is.

All the lawns and grass will now be at the receiving end of a mega makeover.

The cars parked outside will be seriously shuffled. The fire engines moved round a lot and everything loose and random round the house will need picking up bagging and hiding away probably the back of the IVECO which will be jammed to the roof with gear all of which will have to come back out.

Probably just after the person who views has announced they didn't really have money, they were on holiday, bored and needed something to fill a day.

Well they will certainly have filled mine....

R

results

The answer of course is 7 A's and 4 B's with an A* or two in there somewhere or other as well.

Looks like I am in for open wallet surgery at the lap top shop.

R