Our house (So London, accessible to City) has been on the market since late April - JUST in time for 1) a month of non-stop rain, followed by 2) the latest "World as We Know it to End - Euro crisis". So not a great time to sell.
What is doing my head in is the need to keep it in pristine condition - as though preparing at any moment for Queen/Martha Stewart to drop in unannounced! Example, I head out to work, then get telephone call from agents saying a viewing at 5 pm. I realise that some of the lovely flowers in pots in garden are now dead sticks, so drop in to nearest pub selling bedding plants, franticallly looking for something that will match the gardens "colour-ways". Find begonias, run home, plant, realise terrace is dirty - and now she admits to criminal activity - whisper it- gets the hose out and washes down terrace...Noooooooooooo!! Run back to office, have meeting and look down at my fingernails - oh, dear, nicely black rimmed.
All the above in addition to daily bed making- room dressing, vase filling, dust mote inspections, obsessive wiping of sinks.
Oh, and another garden task from yesterday involved standing on a 10 foot wall tying back roses so the garden would look bigger.
I blame Kirsty/Phil/above-mentioned M Stewart - not to mention our target market of haute bourgeousie bankers, who have lifestyles that you have to create in your house to get a sale.
There is light at the end of the tunnel as yesterday we have received an offer we think we can live with. Anyone else in this boat or have gone through this recently, my commisserations.