Monday 30 March 2015
Light drizzle followed by heavy drizzle
This made me laugh – although unlikely to have been by the Mayor himself, the wildly shaggy haired Boris Johnson, sadly lacking from Have I Got News for You since he decided to get serious.
So parliament has been dissolved, the General Election set for May 7th and everyone is looking very happy about it
|David Cameron, Nick Clegg and Ed Milliband
Ed seems to feel that his genitalia are under threat. If you are looking for serious political analysis, by the way, you really are in the wrong place. My analysis of the election will largely extend to amusing pictures and cock ups.
Lots of enquiries and everyone seems to want to come when we are on holiday. OH takes the idea of moving the holiday very badly and starts waving hands in the air like angry sea anemone. Say OK we will stick with it. I cant be bothered with holidays. I would rather stay here and do some gardening and writing and fiddle around with my crafting stuff but no, we have to spend hours in the car going somewhere hot, stay in a hotel which is stuffy and where I have to listen to him snoring all night, and drink and eat too much. I usually feel exhausted when I get back, although it is good for clearing up the stress related eczema which is now all over my elbows and neck and driving me bonkers.
My Russians say they will be back to sign the reservation contract on the 14 April and the sellers have found a house in Murcia and, fortunately, they are speaking on Skype when I ring up so I manage to speak to them on broadcast.
Spend the morning trying to find property for the buyer who wanted to buy the house that the Russians have now agreed on, and they reject everything. The problem is that when people fix on a house, they want to find something else which is identical, and it can take years before they let go. This happened twice in 2013 and both sets of buyers are still looking. As Del Boy (Fools and Horses) would say ‘fortune favours the brave’. If you love something, you just have to dive in and then figure out the rest later. If you are not brave enough to dive in, then perhaps the time and the action are just not right for you.
Go swimming later on in the day and the pool is almost empty, apart from a really annoying woman who swims so fast on her lengths that I am absolutely breathless in trying to keep up with her. Do my 30 lengths in record time. She is still shooting up and down the pool like an automaton whilst I take a breather, sit in the bubbles and look at my stomach bouncing about. I have been eating bread again and look six months pregnant with the two kilos gained right on my front.
A french client contacts me about a house which has just come back onto the market, after having been reserved for a period of six months, at the expiration of which it transpired the buyer couldnt get the loan. She says she knows the house and loves it but could only afford to pay 90% of the asking price. It is an expensive house and this represents rather a lot of money. I ask her if she wants to come and see it again, and she says she will talk to her husband. This property, a stunning water mill, I used to have on exclusive contract. I found a buyer almost immediately, at a sum thirty percent in excess of what is now being asked. The seller dilly dallied at paying for the necessary reports and insisted on having their own notaire, with the result that the buyers who had waited a month to sign, had to return to the States. By the time they got off the boat, they had changed their minds and now we are two years down the road and it is still not sold. A voir, as they say over here.
Watched the end of The Tempest and was surprised to find that I enjoyed it. OH was in deep sleep.