Mom, really looking forward to reading your piece but just wanted to dash on for now and say a couple of things (will catch up properly later)
- Katie, didn't mean to chuck any sort of spanner in the works - I mean, I have NO idea how much work the people who bought it may have done on it since 2006 - they may done have an absolute stack! Also if many more people are interested in it, obviously THAT has a bearing too (as does the fact that your parents want it so much. If it's their 'forever' house, as Kirstie is always saying, obviously the value of it will appreciate in time). I reckon they should see the other house anyway, and if you are at 610 and the vendors want 615, what about offering to split the difference at 612,500? A lot of pressure on you, though, must be tricky.
Daisy, I am not expecting a big fuss tomorrow either. DP is very haphazard about these things. Tbh, I would be thrilled with a card and a small bunch of daffs (which I adore), but I think I will be lucky! Cards are important to me, I wish he could get that right as it's not hard or expensive, but I think he does appreciate me really and I am sure your DH does, he's just in a bad place. (Also, some men are just not good at this stuff. Don't ask me why, but they aren't). Anyway, I think you are brilliant to have kept everything running the way you have over recent months and if ANYONE deserves a treat on Mothering Sunday, it's you, so, a really nice bunch of spring flowers, a box of spa treats and a spot of pink cheerfulness would be what I would send to you in an ideal world.
I have a card downstairs that MIL has sent for me, which is nice of her but a bit odd. Mind you, I bought her card and present because I knew DP wouldn't get it together and it would cause ructions
Oh, and before I dash off, as a random example of how weird men actually are, DP was telling me how he had a lift with someone else from chambers yesterday, a very nice youngish barrister, who apparently told DP what nice tits I'd got. DP thought he should pass this on. Er...right. I asked how this arose in conversation, or was it perhaps appropos of nothing. "Oh no," said DP, "we were originally talking about the tits of a wife of one of the solicitors we know." Fantastic Although I will take any compliments gladly these days.