You know some days things just seem to go right and other days the opposite. Well Monday was one of those good days. Ann went to the hospital for an endoscopy and as expecting an awful time; but it was not so bad and they found nothing amiss. We had our first viewing of the house and they liked it and made an offer, which we accepted. I bought a recovery hybrid wood/iron after pondering for 2 months, took it down the golf range and smacked every shot straight down the middle. ( I can’t help thinking that a lottery ticket would have been a better choice.)
So for the last few days we have been trying to find houses in Rhoose to view this weekend. After an initial choice, Dad P advised me not to down-size but to get the best I could afford. Good advice, but I don’t want to get another mortgage so I will be using most of our savings.
Tomorrow, our potential buyers are viewing again before returning to France, where they have a house to sell. So it could all colapse tomorrow. But that’s how it goes sometimes, all we can do is to clean the house and hope for the best. C’est la vie (that is your actual French).