I make no apologies for not posting for a whole week.
In fact you're lucky I'm here now.
The past seven days have been a bit like the curate's egg..... good in parts.
The good part involved a short break away with friends, which was relaxing and fun in equal measure. Away from the cloud of stress and worry currently permanently moored above our house, I was able to sleep properly for the first time in weeks. It was lovely to just kick back and not think about stuff.
Predictably, the rubbish part is predominantly down to our house moving woes, which continue unabated. Once again our hopes were raised momentarily by a lady coming to view last Friday who seemed to really like the house. In fact she liked it so much that she arranged a second viewing on Monday and seemed even more keen. However, the very next day we found out that she'd had an offer accepted on another property.
Back to square one. Do not pass 'GO'. Do not collect £200.......
No matter, we still had the fallback position of a viewing today, at lunchtime. For which we spent all morning cleaning, tidying and cosyfying. Only to receive a call from the agent to say that our viewers had cancelled.
I'm rapidly reaching the point where I'm so fed up with the whole thing that I'm ready to throw in the towel and just try to get my life back again. The past 6 months have been a continuous roller coaster of raised hopes and dashed expectations.
I'm fed up with being at the beck and call of people who expect us to have the house available to view at a moment's notice, but cancel at the last minute, or even worse, don't turn up at all.
I'm fed up with people who tell us a pack of bare-faced lies (we don't need a mortgage/our own property's under offer/we're ready to proceed/we'll let you know by tomorrow/we'll inform you straight away if there's any other interest in the property you have an offer on, etc etc etc).
I'm fed up with estate agents who promise the earth (or at the very least a few potential purchasers through the door) but deliver bugger all.
I'm fed up with having my life on hold and being unable to make future plans for anything much.
I'm fed up. Full stop.
So fed up that I'm going to start a batch of casting this afternoon.... the dollmaking task guaranteed to make the maximum amount of mess and cause the maximum amount of disruption in the workroom. Just because I can.
THAT fed up......