All official now, then. After a minor bidding fracas, we officially sold our house on Wednesday and matters are now in the hands of the solicitors. Andy's new job begins in 2 months' time. I have informed my school I shall finish no later than July. We should be out of this house by then, too.
Shame we don't actually have a definite home to go to ourselves.
I am trying to not let this minor detail bother me. We are still having mortgage issues. We have formulated Plans B through to Z in case Plan A fails to come to fruition. I wish I could settle to do something relaxing and distracting like sewing, or reading a novel from start to finish without a break but I can't seem to concentrate. I did a bit of gardening this afternoon, ably assisted by Granddaughter Elizabeth who, at almost 2 years old, has the uncanny knack of homing in on the most dangerous tools in the shed, then refusing to relinquish them without a lot of body-rigid, lip trembling screaming - and that's just from me. She was also resistant to giving up her stranglehold on her large chocolate Easter bunny, too. (I was a naughty Gran - I handed over chocolate Easter goodies two days early!) And what with all that and the combination of blazing hot sunshine...well, you can imagine the mess.
I am sure everything will be all right. I keep telling myself everything will work out. After all, we aren't going to be homeless. We sold well, achieving a sale comfortably over an asking price we thought was a tad ambitious in the first place. Even if we have to go into rented accommodation for a short while (this thought fills me with dread on the cat 'n' chicken front), and settle into jobs before trying again to get a mortgage, we shall have a lot of cash in the bank waiting for the right house to come along.
But you know what I'm like. I don't deal well with uncertainty. I like to know what is going on, and when and how. It seems I am not to be allowed the luxury of certainty.
So tomorrow, whilst Andy is at work, I shall make a nuisance of myself at a couple of banks, get some appointments, practise my begging technique. The weather forecast looks dire anyway, so there won't be anything else for me to do. I shall also write my magazine column for this month's issue, which is on the subject - 'doors.' Publishing has been pushed back a few days because of Easter which is just as well given the chaos of the last three weeks.
And I shall leave you with a photo of someone who is totally unbothered by all the stressy malarkey going on...
She's zzzzzzz-ing next me at the moment. Who'd be a cat, eh?