Selling a house is a nightmare! Well, not quite for me. My bloody companion, called leukaemia, has a hold on me. It demands that I remain unstressed as an alternative to an early death. Consequently, I have to chill no matter what happens. The irony, of course, is that I am moving house so that I can be close to a hospital that really cares for my condition. However, you know how it is. The house is put up for sale, offers come in and the best one is selected. That is the theory. It all falls apart as time passes, and time sure does pass. It is so quiet that you begin to wonder if anybody is out there. Then, as the time to exchange gets closer, questions are posed by the buyer.

The Interim

The questions, of course, could have been asked earlier in the arrangement. Firstly, are the questions deliberately left late. Secondly, with jeopardy building, the seller find themselves squeezed into a cul-de-sac. It’s no problem, all you need to do is drop the price. Not wanting months of work and expense to be wasted, you, the seller can solve this, so you do. You drop the price. As this happens, you chill out. At least, I have too.

Selling a house

There are worse things in life. However, as this is happening all over the country, it matters. No sale means no removal firm work, no new curtain sales or furniture or work for plumbers and the like. In other words, it is entirely inefficient on a national scale. Meanwhile, politicians talk and talk and yet nothing happens. Efficiency is a dirty word even though nothing seems to work well. An epidemic of waiting lists fills the news. That conflicts with the computerisation that promised us a better life. The government is full of chatterers, people with an ideology and yet devoid of activity. However, I need to chill out!