Back to Square One...or Two?

You really couldn’t make the house saga up...
Last week daughter phoned me as I was getting ready to go shopping...
Is the neighbour in...apparently she hasn’t sent in her completion form...
Could you find out if there is a problem...as survey had been done a good couple of weeks before...
Yes there was a problem...she is no longer buying the property she was going to.
BOTHER...
However she was still selling, turning into a lucrative cash buyer and either moving in with a daughter or renting...
Stress...but manageable...however she had been told that there was a problem at the bottom of the chain...
WHAT...daughter had been told it was all good to go...
Apparently very bottom of chain had moved into first house before lockdown....
They had moved to goodness knows where and were putting the financial thumbscrews on the couple buying daughters house...only we didn’t find out these details until last Friday when they were told that their sale was off.
BIG STRESS...NOT MANAGEABLE...
Would daughter wait a couple of weeks...err no as that house had only received one offer in a year on the market...
Our neighbour agreed to not put hers on the market and keep it for them...
They agreed to give her some time and move in with us for a while to let her get sorted...
Cue Grandma looking after young Henry as mummy, and daddy when he returned from work tidied and cleaned like crazy...couldn’t help about the boxes everywhere...
They had a viewing on Saturday morning...
They had an offer Saturday afternoon...
The couple are renting...
Can I breathe?...
How long will our neighbour take to find a property?
Realistically if nothing by July she may be better off renting...
Oh and to finally turn my hair white they need to exchange by mid July as their mortgage offer expires...
Don’t want to take any chances being on maternity leave and with the uncertain future of the economy...
By rights I should have lost weight...
Err no...a little COMFORT EATING has obviously been taking place and I see another chin developing at a rapid rate.
Oh dear.

Blessings J. x

Still We Wait

It has nearly been nine months since eldest daughter came home from having a pre-natal scan and learned that the cottage next to us was on the market. From then on a flurry of putting their house up for sale and finding a buyer...to the chain falling through late in the day...to next door finding new buyers...to heartbreak at losing the property...to suggesting they install a woodburner in their current property...to next doors buyers pulling out just as hubby had drilled a massive flue sized hole in their wall...to going back on the market...to the original chain apart from the one at the very top coming good again...to getting to the point of exchange and completion...to Corona Virus putting a stop to everything...to the vendors of who next door to us is buying allowing friends to isolate in the should have been empty property so that the home buyer survey could not be completed...to it actually being done (last week) to the government giving moves the all clear...to...well...wait some more. I know not what the latest is...eldest says if there is no news by this afternoon Monday will be a day of chasing and expecting explanations. Me...I'd start chasing today...

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I'm afraid I have rather lost the ability to believe either our government or it's advisors have an ounce of common sense between them. Nobody wants to say anything that could offend anyone, nobody wants to be responsible, everybody wants to be liked/loved. But life isn't like that. Some of the rules, or guidelines now I fear are doing so much more harm than good. We have had anguish in our family as the effect on young Henry has become apparent. As a little lad who in his life has hardly had a speck of nappy rash unfortunately he is practically covered in eczma...his trunk to his thighs was red raw...it travelled all the way up to his neck. His face and forehead all have been affected. The culprit...stress leading to cortisone leading to eczma. He is currently taking antibiotics, having a cortisone cream and a parafin based multi use cream applied. At first I was shocked...truly shocked...then I broke my heart...now I am angry. Angry with the virus...angry that we didn't let them move in with us...considering they will be partly living with us after the move as different rooms are demolished and a lot of their belongings are already here. When I finally ordered daughter to bring him over I felt like a criminal...then when daughter said 'go see Grandma' he uttered the most heartbreaking response ever...'nooo' whilst shaking his head. In his mind Grandma no longer loved him...how could she...no Grandma roasts...no Grandma hugs...no Grandma playtime...just hello and goodbye via FaceTime. How much damage are we unwittingly doing to our children and grandchildren. I am so angry...if someone wants to land me with a fine for breaking the rules I will not accept it...I will let them take me to any court in the land...on the condition Professor Ferguson also attends... Daughter and Son In Law found him wedged under his bed in the middle of the night sobbing. We are not stupid...if any one of us gets sick we will all go for a test, and are all classed as critical workers so are able to be tested speedily. It's going to take me a lot longer to recover from this than when I think I had the actual virus. Common sense people...that's all it takes.

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And breathe...just breathe...

But it's hard at the moment. A good walk would help, however Heidi much prefers to hug the Aga if at all possible. She loves to amble around the woods, but can rarely be bothered to walk down the lane to get there. Borrowed time my lovely...

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I really hope you all are surviving through this horrid time...

It is reminding me of the Foot and Mouth outbreak

We were a farming family and made to isolate then...

Husband wasn't even allowed home with us the night all the cows were culled...

He then suffered burns to his face through the Manatou glass as he tended the pyre...

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I think I need to get up and get a move on...

Washing...ironing...food prep...that sort of thing...

Maybe some good music would help...

I fear I am a little like Wilfred from Brambley Hedge when it comes to waiting...

I DON'T LIKE IT!

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Blessings J. x