It's nearly Friday and the house inspection is taking place on Saturday. Trying not to be too hopeful, but I have cleaned the house, including the space between the fridge and the wall, where the little green oblong container sits waiting to take the recyclables.
I have ironed the bedlinen (as instructed) but have set it aside, ready to be put on the bed on Saturday morning. My husband thinks I am insane, especially, as he points out, it is a man who is coming to see the house; a man who will not notice these things. Buty, I explain to him, it's all the little things that come together to make a house look like a home - and a home just waiting to be bought by the woman whose partner is coming on Saturday.
Tomorrow morning I will pick a bunch of flowers to put on the table in the dining room.
Then I am going out to lunch.
Have still not returned the call from the estate agent. (I don't expect I ever will).
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