For the past four weeks, I have done nothing but run figures.
Now the damn things have turned and are running me.
I wake up and they’re flashing through my head.
I have breakfast and I’m mentally counting.
We walk the dog and I’m weighing up taxes and utility bills.
We come home and I put pen to paper to do my calculations for the nth time.
I go to bed, and the numbers haunt my dreams, being nothing to do with the Suduko book on my bedside table.
I used to pride myself that if you gave me a list of figures, I’d balance it twenty different ways.
At least in those days I’d get the same answer.
In my spreadsheets I had little counter-checks to make sure I did, especially as the figures I analyzed and produced were vitally important to my job and the Company Shareholders.
It’s not happening folks.
The figures I’m playing with these days are essential to our survival and way of life, but nothing is balancing out.
We are traveling hundreds of miles in search of a property to buy, and one minute we have ZERO options, the next three possibles.
We view, we cost, we ditch.
Days later we are back in the car, four viewings, all unsuitable.
We come home. We recharge our batteries. I calculate some more.
We find THE PERFECT property, completely by a chance visit into an agency where it has just been released. It’s beyond our budget, but we think what the hell, let’s put in an offer. After all, it’s what our Agents are pressing us to do.
Our first offer is rejected, but we are encouraged to up the stakes, and agree.
Cue sleepless night after yet more number crunching.
Our second offer is considered, and there is some promised juggling behind the scenes as we have exceeded our maximum but the Agents are keen for TWO SALES.
We keep getting in the car.
We keep looking.
Like buses, we see none of interest for ages, then three come along at once.
All different. All possibles. More figure minefields.
Another toll on the grey matter, another restless night.
This morning, we were both so shattered, we could hardly get out of bed.
We dragged ourselves up, had breakfast, walked the dog, talked some more, listed our options, discussed the pros and cons, did the sums as we listened to the peace and tranquility of the woods.
We stopped off at the supermarket on the way back and bought sticky buns.
We came home, had our treat with a cup of coffee.
We were exhausted.
We turned off the mobile, disconnected the home phone, locked the doors.
We went back to bed.
And slept for four hours.
After the Bank Holiday this weekend, we will start again, but for now, WE ARE UNAVAILABLE.