Don’t you dare gazump me

To cut an extremely long and painful (so far) story short, CJ and I have stumbled across a house that is both lovely and (in this market) terribly cheap. It has four bedrooms and two bathrooms, and is only a year old. . . which is particularly amazing given that we only ever looked at three bedroom places that were as cheap and dodgy as possible. And yet, here we are.

We’ve offered a good deal more than the asking price (knowing full well we weren’t the only ones making an offer) and although our offer has been accepted it’s still possible for someone else to make a higher offer and get the house instead of us – it’s called gazumping, and it sucks (unless you’re a real estate agent and/or seller).

So we’re holding our breath, hoping all goes well until contracts are signed. We should be safe by this time next week. I’ll let you know!

Oh, and when we move – Louisette will have a yard to play in, and CJ will have a study again. . . . and thanks to the magic of a semi-converted garage (ie the fourth bedroom), so will I! I’ve never had a designated room for study in my life – but with Louisette on the move, it’ll be a lot safer.