Open House

Selling one's house must be one of life's worst experiences - just squeezes in ahead of buying a new swimming costume.  I was going to sell it myself, but Philip told me if somebody walked in wearing a nice tie I'd offer it to him at half price, and I do have a record of working like that.  So we got an agent and he told me on Wednesday we could have the first Open House on Saturday (yesterday), so boy, did I need to get cracking!!!!!!!!!

I can honestly say any attachment I thought I had to this place has completely evaporated.  After days of dusting, vacuuming, washing years of grime off walls with sugar soap, washing curtains (and hanging them straight from the washing machine), cleaning windows, hosing exterior walls, scrubbing, tidying, packing, giving stuff away, weeding, sweeping, throwing out piles of junk and so on, I absolutely hate the place and can't get out quickly enough.

I am appalled at the sheer volume of stuff I've acquired over the years.  Shopping will have no interest for me whatever in future.  I don't want or need ANYTHING, ever again.  I will be more than happy to live very simply. 

The agent tells me six lots of people came through yesterday, which is good, considering the ad had only been online three days and not yet in the newspaper.  One man wants to bring his wife today.  I wish I could just close my eyes and the next few weeks would go away!