Getting a move on!

the house

The idea of selling a house was not good at this time. We were committed to a contract and had a target date to work to.

Northern rock had fallen on rocky times. Other financial institutions were feeling the pinch as were those with money invested in our wonderful banking system.

We wanted this house in France, so on we went. We went to a local estate agent on Exmoor, Big Black Hen. They must have got fed up with me being on the phone almost every day. They worked hard and got the viewings. We transformed our house to a show home. We still had horses and dogs to contend with and the associated dirt that comes with them. The viewers came through the door though regardless of the impending slump. Then the offers started coming in. We kept reviewing the price and watched the exchange rates. Our original costing for the house and Gite were in tatters but our spirits were high. A couple of sales came and went as people tried to keep forcing the price down.

Exchange dates in France started coming and going but the owners were happy to wait for us. Then came the break we needed. An offer came in to which we said no but these people wanted the house. June and Claire had fallen in love with it. The estate agent rang with a new price which we still said no. June then rang told me to put on the kettle she was coming round! We sat at the lounge table and sorted out a price followed by a glass of wine! Job done house sold the Gite was under way!

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