Remember when I blogged back in March about how we were starting to get the wheels in motion for selling the house I’ve lived in a mere 22 years? That blog almost served as a checklist which would provide us with a to-do list over the next couple of months…
- Touch up the grotty bits of the house, and hide any obvious flaws with artful arrangements of bits and bobs purchased from Ikea and Homesense. Check.
- Decluttering the loft. Work in progress. But that Spotify playlist is coming on a treat.
- Dismantle shed. Check, courtesy of Pa Lee. We’re still missing two fence panels though
- Pay off existing mortgage. Check. This is a biggie, and we’re still waiting for the final confirmation to come through, but the house is almost officially ours to sell.
- Choose an estate agent. Check. We were big fans of the Purple Bricks offering and flat-rate policy, and we’ve been completely impressed by them so far. We meet our designated expert, the lovely Annie.
- Have house valued. Check. The valuation was top end of what we had been hoping for based on other sales in the area so we were happy to go with Annie’s recommendation
And then came the scary bits, which suggested that we were actually going ahead with this preposterous plan. A “For Sale” sign appeared almost unnoticed at the front of our house. We were “Coming Soon” for a while on the Purple Bricks website. Then came the photograph-taking, with Mr Fletche and I following Annie around, clutching stray objects to our bosoms and trying not to get in any shots. An actual advert, live on t’internet.
The open-house viewing, booked, with a stream of interested parties eager to have a nose around the Fletcher household. The actual open-house viewing, where Mr Fletche and I get well out of the way and leave our other designated expert Kristian to host the stream of interested parties eager to have a nose around the Fletcher household.
The first offer, well above asking price and just 15 minutes after the viewing window has opened. The other offers, some well below the asking price, others hovering just below. The checking and double checking with Annie that that first offer is genuine, and not just someone that’s accidentally added £10k onto their offer. The realisation that not only is that offer genuine, but there’s no chain, mortgage is agreed and the buyer is practically ready to move in.
Which is how we come to today, just a month after the house went on the market, with a “Sold, Subject to Contract” status. Solicitors on both sides are poised to cross the t’s and dot the i’s. Mr Fletche and I need to start looking at apartment options. We need to start buying packing boxes, bubble wrap and tape (eBay is my friend). We have reasonably clear diaries in June, July and August, except for our Malta holiday and Mr Fletche’s exhibition at the Gunmakers Arms.
.@CPF_Photography photography is superb. We have an exhibition of his work here from 11th June. Part of a series of #exhibitions we have here 🙂 @BrumHour@TheCultureHour@brumartshourhttps://t.co/zpXCKxyHzV
— Two Towers Brewery (@TwoTowersAle) May 29, 2018
Fingers crossed that it’s plain sailing from here on in! And I’ll leave you with the motto of all removal firms – the immortal words of
Zig and Zag Reel to Real..