First things first, I phoned Alexander’s and gave my response to yesterday’s offer, asking for something a bit higher, maybe in the region of 142k. Then we headed out to Salisbury, Emma to return a couple of wedding dresses to Monsoon, and me to seek to seek out a CD of Vaughan Williams’ Folk Song Suite from the classical music shop ‘upstairs’.
By way of these shops we were lured by Hawkin’s Bazzar and found ourselves down the memory lane of toys and games. Then we went to the cathedral close and to Mompesson House.
Mompesson is a lovely, small, homely place that you really get the feel of actually living in. I was very taken with the faux doors to get the feeling of a larger vista through the house. It’s all gorgeous, and when we go and sit in the garden, so, so tranquil. With some reluctance we pull ourselves away from the oasis in the city, and return home for lunch, and to enjoy a spot of day one Wimbledon.
After the heat of the day has passed, and the sun has eased, I venture out into the garden to cut the grass. It’s not a difficult task in itself but it is time-consuming in the negotiation of trellises, rose arches, walls, circular beds and beehives. It’s also interrupted by phone calls and answerphone messages as estate agents pass offers backwards and forwards. By the time I have mown my last patch of grass, I have accepted an offer on my house, and we have had our offer accepted on Spruce Drive. Now the offers will continue to rumble up the chain…
Finally, it looks as if things are coming together. All I need now is a new job…
