Irregular readers will know that in August 2005 I put my house on the market and spent well over a year trying to sell it with minimal interest from the house-buying hoi poloi. Finally in September 2006 I agreed a deal with a woman by the name of Felicity Time-Waster who went through then entire process only to pull out the day before the sale became contractually binding. The bitch.
Anyway, I then rented out a couple of rooms for a while, moved back in myself for a couple of months, spent £6,000 fixing up the garden, and the put it back on the market early last month.
And I appear to have a buyer. Given what happened a year ago I am not being overly optimistic, but it would be nice to be rid of the house, and in the intervening year the value has gone up significantly, so it does all go through Felicity Time-Waster will have done me a favour.
Fingers crossed.