It’s been a hard few weeks. We had an offer accepted on a home in March. The last few weeks it came down to the wire with solicitor and agent threats to not sell or to put on the market, ultimatums, pressuring phone calls, paperwork dragging on for no reason, everything absolutely everything out of our hands. In addition a job interview that did not progress. Mark sick, his dad sick. And we were supposed to be out of our house and no house to move in to and family saved the day, and Weymouth became a temporary home place.

A really lovely temporary home place that made things better. I felt blessed even before the house came through. And it came through and it will be ours Thursday and even if I have to be in Manchester this weekend, all is well with the world.