Wordless Wednesday: Moving Update

Actually, it's a wordy Wednesday today.

We promised we'd keep you udated on our house move. So here is the story so far.

After putting our house on the market back in late February we were happy to accept an offer from some 'property developer' who was going to refurbish our home and convert it into flats. Mum and Gran were glad the house sold relatively quickly but they had some trouble finding a suitable house to move into that was affordable and at least half an hour's drive out of London. Eventually they found one. A very nice house in Essex and they decided to put an offer in and it was accepted. But then things didn't look so great. Nothing was happening with that house. Mum says she thinks that the sellers probably weren't that keen on selling. In the end, after two months, Mum pulled out of wanting to buy that house. There is a lot more to that story but I won't bore you. Mum reckons someone was telling many porkies (Cockney rhyming slang - "pork pies" = lies)

We found another house which was more perfect than the last one and this time things started to move really quickly. The sellers of this lovely house, which Mum really fell in love with, seemed keen to move and so the ball started rolling in our favour.

Or so it looked that way.

Roll on 5 weeks when every party in the chain (well, three parties - us, the vendors of the house we were buying and the vendors of the house our vendors were buying) were ready to exchange, the idiot buyer of our house (I can think of other words to describe him but I don't want to offend delicate ears) dropped a huge bombshell and shattered our dreams. Well, Mum's dreams, because, being a cat, I don't care where I live as long as I have a roof over my head, food in my belly and lots of love and affection on my own terms, I am happy. But we know humans don't work like that. They want more. LOTS MORE.

So what happened?

The buyer wanted us to lower the price of our house for him. A LOT MORE! Well, we said NO, because he was being very unreasonable and house prices around here haven't dropped that low yet. So he pulled out of buying the property and we can no longer afford the new house so we had to pull out of our purchase too. Mum and Gran are devastated.

I want my Mum to be happy because I know how living in this crowded overpopulated noisy city is making her ill. I was so worried about her yesterday, and the day before. She looked shattered and heartbroken and all I wanted to do was make her feel better. I did of course. I purred and kissed her and curled up next to her. It was too hot to sit on her lap but I stayed nearby until she felt better. The heat also makes her depressed. So we just lay there on the bed in a darkened room with the fan on full. Gran too was upset but she handles things better than Mum and I don't have such a close relationship with her as I do with Mum. Of course I always check to see if she's OK too and give her some meows and purrs to make her better as well.

So what is the plan now?

Because of Brexit, the housing market is uncertain and we have decided to take our house off the market for a while to see how things look once the dust is settled. I know Mum will be OK, she says she is used to disappointments in her life. She knows these things happen and she will try not to dwell on it. She won't let some silly buyer who got cold feet stop her from achieving her dream of escaping this gloomy city. We will find somewhere, probably a cheaper property in a much better location. Mum has her heart set on Essex or Hertfordshire. You will escape North London, Mum. Just wait and see!