The little car was washed, vacuumed, fluids checked, tires kicked, refueled, and it sat there looking forlorn as I programmed in the GPS. It knew what was coming. More miles, driven gently by SWMBO, and a nutter i.e. ME!
So I guess the car had words with the dog who also wasn’t looking forward to hours of boredom, and the two hatched a plan. Keep me awake all night and I’d be too tired to drive. So, 1.30, 3.45, 5.15, and the alarm goes off at 5.30. The wakings were care of the dog who had a hell of a bad night, as it hates road trips now, which meant so did I!
Old dog, you’ve got to expect this sort of thing BUT why the hell do it the night before our road trip. Ho hum, personally I suspect the car!
Anyway, today we came home, or was it just back to where we last came from.
A short journey of 3 1/2 hours, 156 miles (with numerous potty breaks and mugs of tea).
The GPS worked well and although I ‘nearly’ ignored it on a couple of occasions.
Thankfully common sense, in the form of SWMBO, stopped me.
And, after my ever so tired brain cell worked out the options, the truth dawned on me, logic had won. Damn, I hate it when a computer out thinks me.
Especially as I used to fix them!
Right, we’re here, and it’s still FLAT!
The B&B we’ve used before and it’s also like me.
A bit tired, worn, and crinkly.
Once our junk had been dumped we hit the big city (Giggle) Boston, Lincolnshire, aka Little Poland.
Nothing has changed over the three years we were afloat.
We walked around the streets and heard nothing but Eastern European voices.
As for the realtors?
You can see why the Internet is driving them out of business, FAST!
Question:- Do you have lists of properties outside of the ‘city’?
Answer:- Of course.
The Reality:- All twelve had nothing.
That and they laughed at the ‘puny’ amount we had to work with.
So we had a snack lunch and went back to the B&B.
2 hours later, and after fighting the Wifi from hell, we had appointments for the 8 viewings we had pre-selected. Only it got better, or is that worse?
The next two days are going to be manic enough but more and more suggestions came flooding in by email and the phone.
Know what? We’re going to see everything they have thrown at us.
After all one mans junk is another mans gold.
To me it seems that the big players in the realtor world aren’t anymore and the little independents are standing tall with their customer services.
Nice isn’t it when the little guys win.
As for tomorrow?
Paper thin walls may prove to be a problem tonight but we’ll see how things turn out.
It’s 9 pm and like magic the dog has just stirred. It’s bedtime wee time.
So we’ll get that done and I’m going to catch up on lost sleep.
I’ve got it sussed though, the dog will sleep on the bed tonight.
Whenever that’s allowed it doesn’t move an inch all night.
I just hope I don’t keep it awake with my snoring let alone the noise of that coming through the walls.