The estate agent phoned yesterday and said the people who came to view the house really liked it but they were looking round a few others before they made their decision. So I thought I'd better double check the house we want to buy is still for sale just in case.
It's still on rightmove but I don't know how often the estate agent updates their property details. So I left for work 10 minutes early and made a detour to the village where the cottage is. The for sale board has gone. The caravan wasn't in the drive and the cars looked different.
I did the only thing you can do in these circumstances. I cried. Like a big baby. And said to myself, that's it. I don't care if we sell our house or not. It doesn't matter any more, it's that house or nothing.
I checked rightmove again. Still there. Definitely not the same car in the drive.
I phoned the estate agent, sobbing. "Is Rose Cottage still for sale?"
IT'S STILL FOR SALE! The sign fell down in the wind.
Then John says "I remember she had a funny little car, some brightly coloured thing like a daihatsu".
"A lime green japanese car?" I asked.
"Yeah that's the one", he said.
"That's what was in the drive this morning", I said.
And that is how to blow a nothing into a something into 10 minutes flat.
Moral of this story? God knows. Use stronger nails?
Anyway you think I over react? I heard on the radio yesterday that there was so little sunlight last month that every child in Britain is going to get rickets.
So there you have it.
The moral of the story must be eat more oranges... and use stronger nails.
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