Deep breathing...

Okay, you are forewarned that this is a post about selling my house, so I totally forgive anyone who decides not to read on. ;) In the absence of our Estate Agent actually being any use, my mother has taken it upon herself to try to sell our house. Now, my mother has her faults (actually plenty of them), but when she wants to be she's certainly a forced to be reckoned with. She's been touting our house to her friends and their families, and today the daughter of one of her fellow teachers came to see it. She really, really liked it, as did her Mum who came with her, and she's coming back tomorrow afternoon with her fiance. What's more, she says that it's between our house and one other, and that they'll make a final decision tomorrow evening. Arrrrrrgggghhhh!

So yes, it's very exciting that someone actually likes it that much, but it's also pretty nervewracking. Not knowing what else to do (I mean, I honestly can't clean the house again today, can I? I'm in danger of getting high on cleaning products!), LLH and I decided to scope out the competition. We drove by the 'other house' and found all its details on the internet. It's definitely quite a lot bigger than our one, but the location is not good at all. Also, it's a lot older and needs quite a lot of work, whereas ours is only five years old and needs absolutely nothing doing to it. This is good for us to some extent, as they're buying at the top end of their budget and are worried about the expense of having to do work to a property. And, they did say that our house was in their dream area. In their own words, 'the area where we want to raise our children and send them to school'. That's gotta be a good thing, no? I guess it just comes down to the age old conundrum of space over location. I hope they choose location and lovely new house. I mean, you would, wouldn't you??! You'd rather live in Pink Cupcake's little house??! :)

So, tomorrow is judgement day...I'm trying to keep positive, without sounding desperate. I tried not to sound too desperate when I showed them around. I mean, I said we'd leave the lawn mower, garden furniture, curtains and pretty much anything else they'd like, but I did stop short of promising them our first born child or a vital organ (although I reckon LLH thought I should). We've offered them a fantastic price as they're first-time buyers and can move really quickly, which is the only way that we can ensure we get the Dream Flat...Oh, the Dream Flat...Breathe deeply...Breathe deeply...Happy jolly thoughts... :)