Our sellers are champing at the bit to move into their rented place.
And us? Our survey: tick. Our mortgage: tick. Our removal company: tick.
The only thing we've not heard about are the searches on Damson Cottage. Mind you, it could be that they are all done but our seemingly laidback conveyancing company (manãna must be in their mission statement somewhere) just haven't told us. They sent a draft contract last week. Would they send that if the searches hadn't been done?? I don't know. I am not a solicitor.
So I am phoning them tomorrow to find out what's occurring as they have failed to respond to the email we sent yesterday. We haven't been on at them constantly. We haven't been making a nuisance of ourselves. Perhaps we should have done....but we MUST be on the verge of exchanging contracts....surely?? SURELY????
To be honest, I feel like I am going to POP with the sheer tension of it all. We have started dismantling shelves and packing boxes. Still decluttering although this has reduced to a dribble. Still doing as little shopping as possible and eating our way through our store cupboards. Thanks to the recent chill weather we have almost worked our way through our log pile.
I watched a programme on bees last night. I am very excited about getting new bees after we move - 'A swarm in June is worth a silver spoon' and all that jazz.
I think Flora knows something is going on. It must be odd for her, all this change, given the loss of both Tybs and Phoebs within the last 6 months AND Heather moving out at the weekend. She is used to her new cat carrier so I hope the journey to the Midlands will be calm for her.
Anyway, that is all I have to report. For now.