I'm not wholly sure how we came to the decision to move. It just sort of became a state of being - the 'thing' to do. One minute we are staying put, the next we are instructing an estate agent. And the move IS going to happen this time, because we have chosen an on-line estate agent which means we've paid up front and there is NO WAY I am willing to write off £798 because I change my mind and chicken out of moving. Let's call it a financial incentive,eh?
We chose an online agent because a) we'd heard good things about the way they work which is b) exactly the same way high street agents work except c) we'll save about £4,000 which is d) £4,000 more to go towards our forever house in the countryside. Seemed like a no-brainer, really, so on Friday the agent visited to get the ball rolling with valuation and floor plan, yesterday we uploaded our EPC, paid the fee and pressed the 'Instruct' button on the website do-dah, and tomorrow the agent is coming back to take photos so we can 'go live.'
Which means this weekend has been an absolute frenzy of activity getting the house ready for some super snapshots. This has involved me removing the remains of the Flora Bijou Mybug Wallpaper Stripping Experiment in our bedroom and repainting the wall (the replacement lovely wallpaper I bought just after Christmas will be coming with us to the new Much Malarkey Manor) the same primrose yellow to match the other walls. Andy blitzed the back garden of its Winter untidiness and it now looks all trim and tidy. He also cleared out the 'conservatory' and repainted the walls. Much 'stuff' has gone to the tip, other 'stuff' has gone to the charity shop. I gave both bathrooms a good going over with the grout spray, and touched up some tired looking paintwork in the kitchen. EVERYWHERE has been vacuumed and dusted and polished and primped. Surfaces have been decluttered - not that they were particularly cluttered in the first place because I am not a cluttery sort of person - but we are now talking almost minimalist. All those little annoying 'just jobs' have been completed. Oddly, they don't take that long to do once you get started. Makes you wonder why we didn't do them ages ago...sigh...
And tomorrow I shall get out in the front garden and do a little bit of a tidy up there too - not much to do but there is a dead hanging basket that needs removing from beside the front door. I might even nip across to a garden centre and get some primroses and plant it up again, all cheerful-like.
This morning, I went out tutoring. I mentioned to the mum that we were selling our house.
'But you can't move,' she said.
'Don't worry,' I said. 'We shan't be going before the GCSE English exams. I shan't be leaving your son in the lurch.'
'It's not that,' she said. 'I'd got you lined up to tutor my youngest son as well. But perhaps we could Skype? Could you do that? Tutor on Skype?'
Well! Oddly enough, also this week I've been asked to tutor another younger sibling by the parents of another lad I see. Maybe I should set myself up as an online tutor? It's a thought as a portable job, isn't it?
Right, 'Call the Midwife' beckons, and feet up with a cup of tea.
The house is photo ready.