An update on the house saga. We have had three show days, 50 people through the house, one offer (which we rejected) and now have two estate agents marketing our house. The reason that we are selling has partly fallen away since the house that we wanted got snapped up by someone else. But since we were in selling mode we decided to keep on trying. The question remains though: is it better to sell first and then try and buy somewhere else or to stay for another year in our current house?
The estate agents tell us to sell while our architect (not really ‘ours’ but the ex-boyfriend of a colleague) tells us to renovate. Actually he was very considered with his advice and was not pushing us to renovate. His ex-girlfriend on the other hand (who is still in love with him) would like us to renovate. I suspect there could be an ulterior motive there but she is also speaking from her own experience of happy renovation.
In the meantime, I have reluctantly been trying to fix some things at home. On Tuesday I painted a wall and yesterday Mrs Couchtrip and I went shopping for lights. In the shop we had an argument about the right size of the globe-shaped light-fitting that we wanted to buy.
“It’s definitely this size,” says Mrs Couchtrip. “I’m 99% certain.”
“Well I’m the one who has actually changed the lightbulbs and I think it’s the smaller size.”
Since she was 99% certain and I was only 80% certain we went for the bigger size. And who was right? I was.
Back home we decided to give the bigger one a try in the dining room and put the smaller one in the kitchen. We unpacked the box, looked at all the different components and the complicated instructions. And then we put them back in the box and thought about hiring a handyman instead. Today I feel a bit more confident. I mean, how difficult can it be to change a light-fitting? Apart from the arm ache involved with standing on top of our biggest ladder and stretching up to the ceiling, I can’t imagine that it’s terribly complicated.
In the meantime, we still drive past the house that got away. We’ve largely stopped the “if only” comments but this house is now the standard for any others that we see.
And we’re also trying to keep up our spirits by
making fun of gently teasing the estate agents behind their backs. Our first agent, who locked us into a sole mandate before going off for three weeks’ medical leave, has become Hilda the Horrible. Mrs Couchtrip has heard rumours that Hilda is not entirely ethical. We don’t have any major gripe with her other than that she sent her inexperienced assistant to try and sell our house while she was off getting a knee replacement. In retrospect she was also wildly optimistic about the time it would take to sell our house and the offers that we would receive. She even boasted that it might not make the first show day. Hah!
Sunday sees Show Day number four (and the first with our new estate agents). These two look like Laurel and Hardy. They are also optimistic that we will see “the One” on Sunday. Mrs Couchtrip and I are not holding our breaths.