The larder at Acton Scott Working Farm.
Someone was asking - Sharie I think it was - about what was happening on the house-selling front. Well, as the current agents have not exactly excelled themselves in any capacity whatsoever, we have decided to terminate our contract with them when it elapses at the end of this month, and have asked a specialist agent in England to list our house for us. Hopefully then, as their website has a heavy footfall of potential customers, we may just get someone along to see it.
To be honest, I have just "switched off" as it has just been one long catalogue of errors from start to finish. All the summer I have kept the house spick and span and the garden looking at its best, all to no purpose whatsoever. I find it hard to believe that anyone might want to buy our house, because of the parlous state of the housing market and because no-one in their right mind would want somewhere this roomy this side of the border.
I am still filled with doom and gloom and have not allowed myself any emotional attachment whatsoever with the lovely house and garden we have offered on. That way I won't be disappointed if it all falls through, which I think is more than likely.
So as we move into Autumn, I think it will be next spring before there is any real interest in house-buying again, by which time our house will be very "old hat" and folk will doubtless be saying, "I wonder what's wrong with that? It's been on the market since last summer . . ."