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Thursday, 31 January 2019

Displacement therapy...

that’s what I am full-on with.
In what seems like a force 10 blowing along the seafront, I garden.  Well to say garden is 
maybe a stretch too far.  Rootling around in the gravel transplanting poppy seedlings.
Boy, was it good to potter!
Soul soothing; the cobwebs were blown well away.

Our mad, bad vendor has Trumpesque
leanings.  The goalposts have been moved so often we have completely forgotten which team’s strip we should be wearing, let alone how many goals we have conceded?
Another day, another dollar, another dime, another deadline, another weekend hoving into view with a Monday exchange?
It is Hub’s time now to get twitchy, I am completely sang froid about the whole shebang.
Don’t get me wrong, I do really, really want this cottage, however there is a limit.  
My view is she will pull the plug,
 totally.  Or is she is hoping we will? Suicide by would-be buyer. No chance, I want it too much.  The trouble is, how do you second guess someone who isn’t rational?  The last thing to do is apply common sense or logic to the
 problem.  So I am hanging loose, thinking positive.



In the meantime himself has taken my place in doing three laps of the ceiling!


10 comments:

  1. So, Monday is crunch time? Part of me feels that if it is meant to be, it will be - but it isn't quite like that when you already have an emotional attachment, I know. All I can say is keep pottering, or if it snows, build a snowman or two. My fingers are crossed that it goes well for you.

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    1. Thanks Elaine, you just wouldn’t believe how many crunch times we have had to meet head on. So many exchange dates and ultimatums we have had to field. We are now in the realms of losing our buyers and who could blame them? We are mere piggy’s in the middle trying our best to oblige everyone,

      LX

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  2. Oh good grief, sounds like you will have to teach himself some meditation and pottering skills now! I wish you good luck on all fronts. x

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    1. Meditating? I even sat on the beach, legs crossed looking for all the world like buddha in the bleak mid winter. Funny thing is, this meditation lark has cleared my mind. I walked home feeling a lot clearer and calmer.

      LX

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  3. It's like attempting to paint a Mona Lisa while being attacked. But garden pottering is reasonable, and my stomach remains clenched for you.

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    1. More like a Salvador Dali painting Joanne. Keep warm, be safe.

      LX

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  4. Oh dear...hope that Monday brings some sort of conclusion . I might not be thinking of you as I am having both my cataracts done Monday morning!! Not really nervous...just will be glad to get them done and only need specs for reading again! Hopefully the only thing that will hurt is the bank balance as I am going " private". Can't wait til I am almost blind for NHS to do it!

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  5. What a difference you will find seeing the world clearly again. Good luck.

    LX

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  6. Good luck for you.
    have a great day

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    1. Today Monday is definitely crunch day... watch this space.

      LX

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