Done deed.

Well. It’s all over Red Rover.  We are now one house and several megatons of stress lighter.

For a while there it seemed things were set to end not with a bang but with that damned proverbial whimper.  Our five likely bidders dwindled to a measly two over the course of the day.  One couldn’t get their finances in time, another was in floods over the phone; one simply vanished from the face of the earth.   What promised to be a jolly old bunfight was more an embarrassed cough in an auction room long on seats and short on bums.  A few people sat around on their hands and with their eyes averted, trying to be invisible. It looked like a group therapy gathering for the chronically absent.

BUT!  The auctioneer was wonderful, chatting them up, teasing them, cajoling them. The bidders found their voices, had a polite grapple and we achieved a sum almost exactly midway between our best and worst estimates.  We were happy!

So, in terms of the Regency Wreck…  Thunderbirds are Go!!!

Yesterday we interviewed a builder and the talk on the street is that he will start in a week’s time.

We are now on the hunt for somewhere to live for nine months.  If anyone knows of a sheltered corner for rent where we might park ourselves, our chattels and The Herberts, do say.

8 Responses to “Done deed.”

  1. littlebadwolf Says:

    now, just a minute here! that does not look like the owl and the pussycat………

  2. Congratulations !! What a great news and lovely blog as usual.

    I also adored your “gloves” and all things Venice.

    Wish you could park right here (s)

  3. Hooray for the regency wreck. You will find a perfect short term solution and go back to dreaming about perfect shades of blue.

  4. The mood is blue around here too! Not your indigo vat dyed Japanese fabric blue but a far softer more romantic blue. I would love to be able to paint it. May-be tomorrow.

    I never really liked rain, but here I just love what it does to the landscape of the inner harbour. A view of sky and distant landforms of soft dirty grey-blues so like the subtlety of “Kitchen Ming” bowls on the sideboard.

    But indigo blue is such a different matter!

    • You always seem to come along at just the moments when I could do with hearing about the beauty of our particular bit of inner city beauty. You know, those ‘what on earth am I doing and why?’ moments.

      I hope you get to paint your blues today, but looking out of the window I fear it’s all sunnyshinyhappy again.

      As for indigo, it is, I feel, taking hold. I had been thinking dark grey and now I’m thinking indigo.

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