…only I have been doing this for real. The sale of my old cottage in East Sussex completed at 9.30am this morning *claps hands like an overexcited seal in possession of a packet of cod fish fingers*, meanwhile I am still renting in Devon… BUT, I think I may have found somewhere lovely to buy… finally. I am really knackered… I meant to write a post about my demented obsession with Rightmove…. and how it’s more addictive than Facebook… and how I’d mentally lived in every type of house available – terrace, apartment, windmill, lighthouse, bakery, post office, hot air balloon, battleship, nuclear bunker, igloo etc,etc. I was going to explain how I cross reference Rightmove with Zoopla to extract the most information possible about every property that I’m interested in. The post I was going to write would have been lively, intelligent…and possibly witty… but I’m sorry… I can’t write it… because I am totally exhausted.
Anyhow, I’m now going to go back to sobbing with joy because the cottage is sold. And hopefully my addiction to Rightmove is now over. Please bear with me whilst I recover.