I love you all - I simply can't personalize my replies - incompetence - but I sooo appreciate every comment, suggestion and gesture of support. In time I will get myself in order, but please accept my salaams and thanks - I also support you all, and do understand all the shit that everyone else goes through. No situation is unique to the person mired in their personal shit.
I am mildly pissed - another glorious English summer's day - another house viewing, and yet another couple who do not want to buy my lovely home. I love this house with a passion, as I have said repeatedly to the point of boring all readers of Aurora's ramblings, and cannot understand why buyers are not beating a path to my door.
This morning I stumbled out of my bed, followed by the lights of my life, tails wagging, tongues lolling, thundering down the stairs to the kitchen door, desperate to charge down the garden. I stumbled over them as I tried to unset the burglar alarm, fell over the cat, cursed, and bleary-eyed, ejected all animals out into the wide blue yonder, to be met by the baaing of the wretched sheep.
Hell, a house viewing at 10 am, and I am not so mobile that getting everything into apple pie order was going to be easy. Life seems so complicated - perhaps sorting my house out was not so important. Actually it is - if I want to find a buyer, ancient bowls of dog food, and empty wine glasses,, and unplumped cushions give out the wrong messages. I have been told to streamline - but hey, after a while just where do you hide hundreds of books, kitchen equipment, etc? Damn everyone.
Today, apparently, the prospective buyers complained that the house was dark, the wisteria cast shadows. the apple tree outside the dining room door had to go, damnthem - find another house. It was pointed out to them that it was 10 o'clock in the morning and the sun was barely up, and a little later on, the house, south facing, would be flooded with sunlight. Use your imagination and find another house to buy!
This is not the right attitude. Personally - I think one knows within seconds if a house is right - it does not require 4 visits, endless ctiticisms, and negativity oozing from every pore.
I am definitely sour tonight - a shame really, because it is a lovely evening - but I am tired - emotionally exhausted and ungrateful. It is draining to be jolly all the time, my yawns are as big as the entrance to the Channel Tunnel so maybe I should retire to my bed with my beloved canines, a mug of weak Earl Grey and a pile of books. A large gin and tonic and two large glasses of chilled rose are turning out not to be a panacea for all ills.
But - I did hsve a delicious dinner - I found some excellent Cumberland sausages in my freezer, which I grilled and they were meaty and yummy,steamed a great pile of shredded curly kale, split a large sweet potato in half, criss-crossing each piece and smearing with softened butter, and freshly ground black pepper and sea salt, and baked in the oven. Heaven. I have suddenly regained my appetite.
Tomorrow is another day - and it promises to be peerless weather-wise. Enjoy, dear readers.
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