We’ve had enough! We started trying to buy our new home in June, it’s September, and it feels as if we are no further on than we were then. We need to know, “do they want to sell, or not?” So we brace ourselves and knock on the door. The seller was lovely when we looked around way back, but we just can’t understand what the problem is, she was desperate to move, she’d been waiting since February!
We decide I’ll start the conversation and see where we go from there. I can’t say I’m not nervous. If this all goes wrong, we have no home and as much as I love Agy, I don’t want another 6-8 months in her, with no prospect of a home. I ring the bell and step well back – we have masks on so it’s going to be harder than normal to have this type of conversation. Our seller opens the door and she knows who we are, in fact she says, “I’ve been expecting you.” How? All she knew was we lived in London and nobody here knows we are on the island. We haven’t even told the estate agent!
Who knows what led her to think that, but here we all are wondering why things haven’t progressed. Neither of us can understand it, we are all people who get on and do things, so why the delay? “Last week”, she tells us, “I was ready to say forget it, it was taking too long.” We were the same. It’s madness! We share phone numbers, and the details of what we are waiting for, from her, so we can proceed, and agree to speak – often!
The next day she calls to say she’s posted the paperwork we needed to her solicitor, and within a week it’s all moved forward. The survey is booked; we are discussing dates for exchange and completion. One quick chat and we’ve progressed more than we have in months – the power of a face-to-face conversation!
Feeling much happier, we head to the local post office to sort out how we get our post delivered to us when we have no fixed abode (that still sounds a very odd thing to say about myself). Family have agreed for us to redirect and register important things at their address, but some things we actually need to have posted to us, so Ian in his usual very organised self has done the research. There is a service called Post Restante. Basically a nominated post office receives the mail for you and you go and pick it up. We decided to use the branch where we hope to live, as we want to ensure we have a local post office going forward, and they are so helpful! They even rang me one day, to say we’d had post delivered.
When you have lots of time, you don’t need to rush and do everything now; it’s something I need to get used to. After a few days of sitting around, and doing not much, we decide to have a day out. There’s a coastal path right round the island and lots of people come to walk it. We decide to do a little stretch, maybe at some point we will do the whole walk, in stages, but today we are going to walk to Gurnard.
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