Friday, 5 October 2012
Good Grief! I just sold my house. Well, I have accepted an offer. It took two weeks, from deciding to sell to slapping some paint about, shoving everything in a cupboard, and getting an agent round. Two weeks ago my house smelled of dog and cigarettes. Now it smells of expensive room fragrance and I can't find anything. We haven't got anywhere to go...although we have our hearts set on a place already under offer. Perhaps we will end up in the van and will be proper pikeys at last.