Little by little

Not much to report on the house front, although our buyers have now paid their deposit to their solicitor, a mere three months later.  Exchange and completion dates still to be determined.

We’re in a dilemma now, whether to move before or after the baby’s born, as we’re swiftly approaching the danger zone.  Just hanging fire to see if we get any info from our bank this week about the mortgage.

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On edge

Still no news on the exchange date for our own house, but remember that house I was telling you about last week?  We got it!

Bit of a strange situation – we offered slightly under asking price to begin with, and then revised it to full asking when we were told the vendors wanted full asking… and it still wasn’t confirmed that we’d got it.  They had another viewing.  We definitely weren’t going over asking price, and we made it clear to the estate agent that we wouldn’t be entering into sealed bids again (we lost out on one that way a few weeks earlier), and even made arrangements to carry on viewing other houses.  Whatever tipped the balance, they decided to accept our offer, and we’re now on with the financial side.

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Wishlists and compromises

We accepted an offer on our house in late February, and hoped this meant we would have moved well ahead of the baby’s due date, which is late June. We don’t have an exchange date yet.  We’re still waiting. And waiting…

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Spring cleaning

We took full benefit of the crappy weather this Easter weekend and went a bit mad cleaning, tidying, listing on eBay and binning stuff.  So cathartic!

We’ve tentatively sold (simultaneously crossing fingers and holding breath as we don’t have a date through yet), and with a baby due in June, we realised we need to clear out the old to make space for the new.

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A loooong year

If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you may remember that we put our house up for sale a year ago.  Just over a year ago, actually.  I looked up the date.

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