I’ll start:
I’ve been planning on moving and found a house I really like (moving to a Victorian terrace from a four bedroom house that I rattle around in as I’m about to retire), but couldn’t really make a move until I had an offer on my house. But, this morning after a bit of negotiation I accepted an offer and was then able to offer on the property I like (city centre location but very quiet, with its own parking and very tastefully done). That also took a bit of negotiation but my second offer was accepted!
Then to top it off, DC2, who had been made redundant (and who struggles massively socially and has a significant sensory impairment) got a new job today.
To say I’m absolutely thrilled for them is an understatement.
My other DC is coming to visit tomorrow with my newish grandchild.
Obviously I’m not counting my chickens until they’ve hatched on the housing front, but I’m taking the three things as a lucky omen, which is lovely for me as I’m usually the person that things don’t go well for (to give an example I’m 75 weeks waiting for a procedure to relieve back pain officially but it’s really round about three years).
🍀🍀🍀
How about you?