waiting

Let down and hanging around

waitingTransport, motorways and tramlines / Starting and then stopping /Taking off and landing / The emptiest of feelings /Disappointed people clinging on to bottles / And when it comes it's so so disappointing... [Radiohead, 'Let Down']

Last Wednesday we got an offer on our house. It wasn't a great offer, to be honest, but we did the maths and worked out that it was possibly enough to allow us to offer on the house we'd set our hearts on, so we crossed all of our fingers, toes and paws, and Terry called the seller to make a verbal offer. Well, we waited, and we waited, and finally we got The Call. The seller would accept our offer, he said: all we had to do was put it in writing the next day, and he would instruct his lawyers to accept. We were overjoyed, except... not really. Really, we were dubious. We LOVED the house - we'd loved it from the first moment we saw it - but there were a few things about the deal which made us suspect things might not run smoothly, so we kept the champagne chilling in the fridge and tried not to get too excited.