Life's Daily Newsflash

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Talk about ups and downs. Having searched for a new family home for the past 6 months, I thought I'd found it. The other day I mentioned we had to forward our bid. This morning I was the chosen one until a new bidder stepped forward with a slightly higher offer. They've also stated they're prepared to go a lot higher. I won't bore you with the details but the house is simply not worth it - needs modernising and it has some faults.

So it looks as though I'm searching again. It's unbelievable and even my mortgage adviser finds it incredulous. Apparently I'm a rare breed in today's market as I have my finance arranged and don't have a property to sell, thus I'm chain free. My misfortune however seems to be that wherever I go, another 'rare breed' follows.

So, if anyone out there in the real world, away from this cyber world, is desperate to sell their home, please drop me an e-mail here. It could be to your advantage because all I have to do is view once and then people will be crawling out of the woodwork, fighting over it. In fact, perhaps I should go national and turn this into a marketing tool. Do you think I'd be in demand?

Now all I have to do is press the button and switch off this troublesome area of my mind and get back to my writing retreat. (my make believe world of fantasy where anything is possible - I'm retiring there later, especially if there's a house in it!)

Can I have this one and be Mrs Darcy?


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