The good, the bad and the ugly.
Those of you who have followed my last post will know that after Nigel’s last bout of seizure and not being able to come out of hospital I decided that our house is just not suitable for him and that we need to move to a bungalow. So:
The good: Once the snow had cleared I looked at 6 properties and found a very suitable one which is empty through probate, about 13 miles from where we are now but only 5 minutes away from my sister, so I made an offer. The photos of our house were taken on the Friday. We had 3 viewings on the Tuesday and we had 3 offers, two at the asking price. One couple have no chain so accepted their offer.
The bad: Last week Nigel got another infection so his mobility decreased and confusion increased; the stair lift broke down three times which endorsed our need to move and the legal paperwork to sell a house is pretty daunting when completing it on one’s own.
The ugly: Me screaming down the phone at the stair lift people, when at 08.30 Sunday morning when the stair lift got stuck at the bottom of the stairs with the arm down and Nigel on the wrong side of it, and them telling me that they had no available engineer till Monday morning !!!!
Love Ali B x