It’s been a hectic year and regretfully I’ve disgracefully neglected these pages for far too long.
Just about one year ago this decrepit old geezer and wonderful long suffering wife decided that our country cottage with once beautiful but now far too large approaching jungle style garden was becoming too much to handle. So the long and short of it was we decided to… ‘downsize.’
It’s probably best if I don’t explain about the incredible turmoil and disruption this difficult to make decision caused to our nicely regulated lifestyle.
I’ll mention nothing about the what seemed like hoards of disapproving tyre kickers sent to view our beloved home. And I’ll keep silent about the disappointment at how long it was taking to have someone who was actually and genuinely in the market and able to purchase a property to be introduced.
I will however mention how refreshingly wonderful it was to eventually change from the conventional excuse making agents to a new recently established sales agency who behaved extremely professionally and guaranteed to only introduce genuinely interested parties which almost immediately produced a result.
A subject far too painful to even think about again was the conveyancing which both parties desperately wanted to have completed before Christmas in order to save a month of closures for holidays. Unbeknown to the purchasers their conveyancers took an unnatural and unhealthy glee in devising delaying tactics on things they considered we’d most likely not be able to find before any sale could complete, such as work the previous owners had done 20 years before we moved in or a replacement window certificate on which the installer’s guarantee was long expired. This one caused us a delay of around 3 weeks and a substantial repeat fee to a local authority to obtain a copy. I imagined the gnome like clerks in a chortling huddle rubbing their little hands together and taking bets on how long we could stick it out for.
So just when we decided that this wasn’t going to happen and we’d cancel the whole thing completion exploded under our feet on the last day before everything closed until the first week in January. We had one day’s notice to arrange the move which cost us double the quoted fee as the company had to hire a special extra vehicle and driver because of the extra short notice…
Do you know, since then we’ve found many, many kindred spirits who prove that we were not just an isolated instance. Good luck to the new style agents… now we need a host of new style conveyancers!
So we removed to a very nice secluded rented place which allowed us five months to find and move into another home of our own (should have been 6 months but we lost the first month owing to the fun the conveyancers were having delaying everything).
Short story only now. Happily we found a nice house on the edge of a small housing estate very close to countryside with a well established easily manageable garden and moved in. Conveyancing again incredibly stressful with virtually the same delaying tactics but triumphantly announced with 2 weeks to spare.
An indelible memory on leaving our rented property was the absolute and explosive fury of our poor old cat for being again bundled into a new specially and expensively purchased large see all and enjoy the scenery cage and being forced to relocate again. She screamed and yelled and meowed and complained at an unbelievable rate of decibels for a straight 58 minutes of the 1 hour 2 minute journey, even with the removal of my hearing aids she was deafening until for the last 2 minutes she settled.
Anyway we moved in. Perhaps one day in the future I’ll tell of the 6 weeks it took to get a land line and internet connection again, would you believe they’d forgotten us? Then absolutely no mobile signal over the whole area which necessitated a change of provider… and thereby lies another tale when the previous provider lost our cancellation letter and threateningly demanded money.
So here we are, tired, stressed, battered, bruised, aching and feeling many years older, but settled again. The cat’s tail hasn’t stopped lashing though in the couple of months that we’ve been here and she spat at her beautiful new cage which she found in the garage last week. but on the whole she’s okay.
So there we are. Time to get some writing started as soon as my brain can think again. My most successful book ‘Oil Lamps A Guide To Their Care And Operation’ has I’m delighted to say been making steady sales through all this since 2013. Probably stupidly though I’ll continue with fiction for a spell… after all, thinking back, that’s how a lot of my life’s seemed…