I did something
big huge this week. I’m not sure if it was the right, or the wrong, thing to do but I did it anyway and I guess time will tell. I put my house up for sale. 😮 and double 😮 . I had it valued, then stuck ten grand more on the asking price so that if I sold it I could then increase my offer on the bungalow I want. Even then I’ve no idea if my offer would be accepted, and it may be that even if I sold mine I would have to back out and let my buyers down, but fortune favours the brave an’ all that.
I haven’t gone through an Estate Agent. They want nearly £3000 off me and I’m not sure what I’d be paying the money for. I can take my own photos (probably better than the EA), have produced my own brochure (not as glossy as the EA granted) and would be doing my own viewings in any event. The only thing I really need from an EA is advertising on Rightmove & Zoopla as that’s where everyone looks for houses these days but is only available to Estate Agents, so I’ve gone with an online EA which has cost me the grand sum of £99. They still handle the viewings and offers and my property was on Rightmove within 24 hours of me uploading the details so, as I expect to not be part of a chain, I think it’s the right move for me 😀
My house went up for sale on Weds morning and so far I’ve had nearly 200 page views (though 20 of those are probably nosey parkers from my village 😉 ) but only one viewing. Which is hugely disappointing I’m not gonna lie. A couple came round yesterday and although they loved the cottage (everyone loves my cottage) I’m not sure it’s right for their circumstances so I’m not expecting an offer.
I’m a naturally tidy, clean person but despite that it took me nearly 2 days to get the house ready for a viewing. For a start my spare bedroom was a photography studio, so all my gear had to be dismantled and the bed (which was wrapped in plastic in my shed) had to be put back. It was hard work even with help. I had the patio pressure washed, the windows cleaned and then had to cart all my studio gear and the dog beds up the drive and into a spare shed. All that and the viewer isn’t going to buy it anyway! This morning I am so stiff and so sore I can barely walk
As if putting my own house up for sale wasn’t stressful enough, on Thursday I helped a friend move house. He is in his seventies, can barely walk due to failed back surgery and severe diabetic neuropathy and is becoming forgetful. He lost his wife 2 years ago and couldn’t manage in their huge 5 bedroom rural mansion, so has moved to a bungalow in town. He has 2 sons and 2 daughters-in-law and none of them offered to help. They do live 100 miles away, but it’s only a 90 minute drive and I would have crawled over hot coals to be there if it were my parent in that position – some people’s total lack of empathy never ceases to amaze me. So I offered to help and thank God I did because he would never have managed on his own, however good the removal people were (and they were brilliant). Bless him, he hadn’t slept a wink all night and didn’t eat a thing the entire day, despite me offering to make him a sani or go to fetch him fish and chips. He was also very tearful because leaving his home meant leaving all the memories of his beloved wife behind, so he needed cuddles and someone to just make a fuss of him, get him to take his painkillers, make him a hot drink and generally just be there for support – which his sons should have done! The removal men and I managed to get his bedroom, the lounge and the kitchen ship shape and we are both going back one day this week to finish unpacking – my friend cried with gratitude.
So, the entire week has been taken up with housey stuff. Today I am resting. I could do with a month in the Bahamas but a day in front of the telly will have to do. First, though, I have to take the dog out and it is chucking down. And I do mean chucking down. That tropical kind of rain which roars as it falls and sends rivers running down the street. Super. I’m looking forward to it in the same way I’d look forward to a bikini wax.