What a lovely weekend that was, all sunshine and BBQs and ice cream and other good things which are good. Nay, wonderful.
I’d love to say there was anything else going on, and I really should be taking my chances to spend some time on this ‘ere blog given that, at any moment, some kind soul will buy our house and so will commence 2-3 weeks of madness as we pack up and head off.
On that front we have one potential buyer, but he’s waiting on confirmation from his workplace of a new contract. They like the house and I think they are first time buyers so that bodes well. I think. Maybe.
Basically I’m just trying to avoid speculating until something actually happens.
Largely to stop myself looking for flats to rent, spotting a GORGEOUS one in Kelvinbridge, backed on to the river, huge big living room, wooden floors, balcony… only to see that it’s been snapped up. Not a surprise, but it’s annoying.
Instead I’ve been keeping myself busy, and find myself sitting late into the night surfing the internet looking at all sorts of delicious pictures. I’ve even been taking notes!
“Ohhh that lamp would go well with that chair, and I could have a couple of bookcases behind it and have a wee reading area…”
“Hmmmm not sure about the cushions, but I like the sofa.”
“I MUST HAVE THAT ART!”
It’s official, interior design is the (my?) new porn.