As you read this, Dave, Swingle and I will be in the UK! I don’t know when I’ll be able to blog properly, so I might re post some oldies in the next few weeks. See you soon!
Dave and I have been umming and ahhing about what to do. Dave had left Finstergruen, I had a week at the Docs, do we take a holiday here or at home while we wait for the house to complete? So I rang the man with van who would take us and the dog, and he did have a vacancy in August. Do we go with him or drive. How would the dog be in a crate in the van? Monumental dithering again. We prayed about it.
Driving home form work, I heard a sudden clunk, and I had no gears, I had to coast into a side road. Got the OAMTC out who towed me to the garage. The coupling on the gearbox had broken. €900 to repair. Neither of us would trust the car again. So we sold it to the garage, along with the trailer. Man and van booked. A definite answer to prayer, don’t take the car!
He’ll get to us the afternoon of the twelfth, load up, and then he’ll go to a hotel. First thing in the morning, we will drive to Calais. Saturday morning ferry to the UK, off that and Mountain Ash by the afternoon. Furniture into storage until the house is ready. Us into a hotel (such hardship) for the first four days. We’ll buy a newer car, and then off to visit family. No quarantine, would have stayed put if that was on.
Of course, its not that simple. The morning the car went, I was thrown off a Facebook group, couldn’t understand why, and an admin I contacted was almost rude. That really upset me – although it was a mistake and I was later reinstated. Then the car. Then I had to wade through all the Covid stuff. PCR tests before we leave. Then Covid tests to buy for our second day. Passenger location form. Inventory of house. Pack house. Clean. Result, major meltdown, throwing things at Dave, and sleeping really badly. I vowed last time we moved, I’d get someone to pack for me. Packing hasn’t been the problem this time, we started last year. But Covid and Brexit-ARRGGHHHHHHH!
After a week of stress, nearly putting in offers for houses that, well really desperation, I got an automated email from an agent. I looked casually at it, as even I was getting house fatigue. The pictures looked familiar, and it slowly began to dawn, this was a house south wales we had loved right back in April, but it was over budget and went quickly. I rang the agents who said the sale had fallen through due to a relationship breakdown. I rang Steph, our daughter who’s buying with us and said we would have to shift if we wanted this one. She had a look and rang the agents to register our interest.
The next day, I was on tenterhooks, and finally gave in and rang her. She had organised a video, and had given them our financial arrangements. The video came in the afternoon and we put an offer in at asking price. Then I heard nothing over the weekend and we guessed that all the viewings we’d heard were arranged had gone ahead. Dave and I were so low. We even began to seriously consider staying on here renting.
On the Monday I rang Steph, who said she had not told us anything to stop me bouncing off the walls. Our offer had been accepted! The owner wanted to get rid of the place, we have no chain and have money in place, and we were the first.
So we now are continually looking at the plan, video and I have the most enormous to do list to get us over there! We thanked God too, for bringing us the house we had so wanted and for healing for the couple who had lost it.