Wednesday, February 22, 2012
And the only way I can describe current events.
For, you see, me and the Chuppies are currently on tenterhooks (another good word) waiting to hear if a certain person might still be interested in proceeding with an offer they put in on the Chuppies' flat a wee while back, but which I did not blog about at the time as
(a) it was rather low
(b) we initially refused it and said `try harder'
but now, on reviewing our finances, it would appear that we are back up & running again on an `all systems go' basis and, if she is still looking (which through our estate agent we believe she is), and hasnt found anything yet (which again through our agent we believe she hasnt) we would be very interested in picking up where we left off.
Anyway, our agent is `on the case', he reckons one way or t'other he should be able to come back to us with some sort of a response by close of play today, and in the interim I'm bricking it. And the Chuppies is kacking his Chuppie trousers.
Cos it's a bit of a precipice we currently find ourselves perched on. Are we destined to fly off from our perch-point with an offer behind us, get on with instructing solicitors, mortgages in principle and go looking for a house of our home? Or, will we end up getting a "Ha ha too late suckers, I've found something cheaper, so arseholes to you!" response, leaving us to plummet to the bottom of the tiresomely high flat-selling-mountain and start the whole process again.
Gah - it's all I can do to prevent myself from chewing all my fingernails off (except they're all nice and painted and long now), or my toenails (except they're in my shoes and smell a bit funny), or start eating my hair (except I havent done that since school and is now so short I'd probably break my neck in the process), or breaking wind loudly at my desk (except I dont want to frighten my boss).
Anyway, I dont ask much of my blogging readership (in fact nothing at all apart from the odd visit and, maybe, the odd comment - but no pressure) but if anyone reading this post wouldnt mind briefly crossing their fingers, touching a bit of wood or even stroking their lucky rabbit's foot it would be very much appreciated.