Ah, there's a man who's comfortable with a dog.
Nice hat work, too, thanks to Sophie. What you see there is a bloke who has just seen and been round a house that he truly has fallen in love with. Having done that, he has walked along the road a little and settled on his favourite buffet in the kitchen of I & R and begun to sip gently from a pleasant cup of cappuccino.
This is that man, after he has successfully grabbed a small dog and lulled it to sleep with stories about train engines, McDonalds' breakfasts and coastal ballyhoo - a man wearing a hat not his own. Sophie's hat.
See that house on the end? Go on, enlarge the picture. Do this now.
Done it? OK, now look at the house on the end...the one that looks a bit purple. See it there? That's the house that that happy man had just looked around.
Sure, it's a bit purple right now, but that can be remedied. It has so much to make it desirable. Big living room, nice dining room for me to make a shack in. A truly excellent kitchen, with good room to dine, as well as a beautiful cooker.
A garage so big that we can split it in two and still have room for a jacuzzi room and toilet as well as a car. Then a utility room for the washer...five bedrooms - two with lovely built-in units, and two bathrooms. Then a lovely little yard to the rear for barbecues.
It's all just too perfect.
This sea picture is an interesting one. We were sat here, in TL's faithful little Astra, deciding how high to bid against the other interested party for this lovely house. Having been outbid twice, quite unexpectedly, we decided to knock 'm dead and bid 3K over the asking price. It failed to work.
This other person really wanted the house, come what may. We decided to walk away. Except that emotionally I have not. I am gutted that the first house I felt I could truly commit to, is not going to be ours.
Even now, I find myself continually hoping that something will go wrong with the other purchase, and that this shining prize will be ours.
I feel dirty to have been involved in this bidding war, and regretful that my offer was not made a week earlier, when it would have been surely accepted.
Life is taking a few turns that I do not like one little bit. Griffin House simply is not selling. The buyers are pussy-footing around, and I fear they will ultimately pull out, for no good reason. Their communication has been very poor and even now I am not sure totally what is going on.
Of all the things I am so earnestly hoping and praying for right now, I just want something to take a turn for the better. Either Griffin House sells, or Liz gets a job, or we get a house to move to - something, anything. Preferably all of the above.
God, do you read my blog?
Well, I think you have to remember that dreaded word fate, and everything for a reason. Mmmm on second thoughts, lifes just rubbish sometimes.
Posted by: Rebecca | February 27, 2006 at 12:45 PM