Sold!

Recession? What recession?

Having ummed and ahhed for a week or so and finally decided that we will give selling a go, we picked an agent. We picked the one that had given us the highest value - not that we're falling for that old trick, but because they didn't spend an hour and a half giving us the hard sell. They came and measured up on the Wednesday. We had draft details on the Friday, which we confirmed on the Saturday. The sign went up Saturday lunchtime. We had a call in the afternoon - a couple from London wanting to view. They came. they went. Another call on Saturday - another viewing arranged for Monday.

Monday comes round, and one of the girl's former teachers is at the door. I take a moment to place her but she's come to view the house. She says she likes it. She comes back later that day with hubby and kids. They make the right noises. Tuesday morning we get an offer of 5K short of the asking price. Woo! We accept. She wants to be in as soon as possible, which unfortunately means that we're going to have to rent for 3 months or so, which will cost us loads compared with the cost of the mortgage interest, which currently is less that an evening in the pub.

It's now that some of the panic starts to set it. What am I going to do with the contents of the garage. I've come to the conclusion that I ought to flog the Commando, since I'm never likely to have the patience to nurse it along. A quick scan through the Norton Owner's Club site reveals several folks wanting 750 Commandoes. I contact one, send some photos (after a quick blast with the Jeffrey Archer) and he's coming to see me tomorrow. All the way from Lincolnshire. There's a certain irony in that, since the Commando originated in Humberside, so it's (hopefully) back home she goes, but south of the river this time.

On a more sombre note, my Mother in Law died on Saturday, not unexpectedly. She had been suffering from Alzheimer's for some time and this in conjunction with poor circulation caused by 60 years of smoking and less than 1/2 of one lung functioning conspired to see her off at only 71 years of age. She's certainly better off now. Her passing does have a significant effect on our financial position, however. We now have no mortgage and enough money for a decent deposit if our sale falls through.