I have been trying to sell my house for the past 15 months. Clearly anything can sell at the right price but I did need to hit a certain price level. Add to that the large building site at the end of my road and you have the recipe for a very frustrating year.
Eventually, finally and in the end, I sold it and the sale process has been trundling along for the last few weeks. Unlike the US system of housing transactions, nothing is for certain until 2-3 weeks before you move. In the meantime the buyer does a survey, fixes up a mortgage and checks with the authorities that they aren't about to build a nuclear power station next door.
All that went according to plan and on Monday we were scheduled to sign contracts with a planned move date of 28th November. I have been boxing stuff up, have sorted somewhere to live, kicked out my housekeeper (well, okay, she was moving out anyway) and told the pigeons in the garden that the food supply might be coming to an end.
Last Friday, on the last working day possible the buyer pulled out. The fucker. The bitch.
So now I am stuck betwixt homes and with a mortgage I really need to offload. I do have a plan, more on which when it comes off.
Meanwhile I have a wax effigy to fix up.