Week 13: Daily bread
We still have not exchanged contracts. The buyer has a second solicitor, at the behest of his mortgage company, and the second solicitor is raising the same enquiries as the first solicitor, and in a similarly tardy fashion. Meanwhile, we have been pressured by our moving company to place a hefty deposit to secure our desired dates, the dates we – seller, buyer, agent – have in principle long agreed to, but which come ever closer with no guarantee they will be met.
At least I have conquered the attic, that long-term beneficiary of procrastination, indecision and amnesia. It is now empty.
Stuck in this tight spot, I should like to concentrate on bread. These are some of Husband’s recent loaves, which it has been my pleasure to eat and share. I am otherwise dumbfounded, hence this week’s brevity.