A second offer has been received. It is still slightly short of what we really wanted, so we have gone back with a once and for all final bottom line compromise figure. It was accepted almost immediately, and there was much using of the word “whoop”, or some such vulgar exclamation of appreciation. So, we have sold the house in the space of four days. Gawd. Now where to live? Well as it happens, we have our eye on a place. It seems to tick all the boxes, in that it has the requisite number of rooms, and walls and things, a garden, a good location and none of that horrible “No Pets” nonsense. A viewing has been organised for Eldest and myself to go and view tomorrow. It is not in the village, but in a town about three miles away. Youngest is struggling with the idea of moving hugely. This place might be the answer to it, as she wants a bigger room, and better facilities. We will be ten minutes away from a swimming pool, and as a result I am confident that we can win her over. Change is hard when you are ten.
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