Well, I’m clearly not blogging from my main PC this evening. My desk is now bare, apart from my BT Voyager modem (CLEARLY my WiFi modem is going to be one of the final things to be packed!). So I’m in bed on my laptop making a final blog post from 3a.
Tomorrow morning Jane and I rent our first (of two) vans for part one of the move. On Saturday we have a team of 14 helping us with part two of the move from 3a to number 45, hence the equation for a title. (Neil will be so proud of my blog title!)
I look forward to blogging from our new house very soon.
This morning I felt a bit like the chap in the photograph. Having woken around 04:30 and listened to the US mid-term elections for a while on the BBC World Service I fell soundly asleep once again only to be rudely awoken by Jane, nudging me and saying “Gareth! It’s 08:15!” Just goes to show that this packing-up-a-house business is tiring work.
However, this afternoon Jane and I sat in our solicitor’s office in St Andrews and signed the final piece of paperwork which means that at last our new house is finally ours! Hoorah and praise the Lord! Jane picks up the keys in Anstruther this afternoon.
This last week has been emotionally tiring as we’ve charted the progress of the transaction, being told one day that it might not complete in time to being told the next not to worry and everything is on track. And then picking up an unpaid-for item of mail from the sorting office to discover that it was a vital form that needed signed and returned two days previously! And then the house deeds didn’t come through until Monday, and they usually need about a week to process.
Yesterday we were convinced that we wouldn’t get the keys until Thursday rather than today. So imagine our delight when the solicitor confirmed this morning that everything has gone through okay and we’d won a house! A big hand to Pagan Osborne and The Royal Bank of Scotland who’ve pulled out all the stops to get us our house on time: thank you.
And a big hand to God too, who has led us each and every step of the way. It’s been incredible seeing everything unfolding gradually and in the right order. One of our concerns was that we’d not be able to get out of the lease (which we can’t unless someone else rents the house). This past week I’ve showed the house to three parties and there has certainly been some interest from each of them. That in itself is an enormous answer to prayer.
So expect some photographs from inside the house on this blog soon. We start moving our belongings in on Friday, but the Big Move™ will be on Saturday when to celebrate my 35th birthday we have invited 14 friends and family over to help us move. You’ve heard of a progressive supper, well this will be a progressive party. I’m looking forward to it already.
On Thursday of last week Jane and I learned that our offer for a house in Cellardyke, Fife had been accepted. I still can’t quite believe that we will be house-owners.
We’re not moving; that seems to be the first question people ask, along with how can we face to commute an hour into Edinburgh in the mornings. The house is an investment; somewhere to use the money we made from the sale of Jane’s flat in Craigmount last year; somewhere to escape to; somewhere to holiday from.
Cellardyke is a small, old fishing village next to Anstruther, and about 15 miles from St Andrews (my old Alma Mater).
The house is a former fish shop, with character and an amazing terraced garden that reaches high enough up the hill to allow you to sit at the top and look out to sea, out towards the Isle of May.
The front door from George Street
The kitchen / dining room, the only room downstairs
The main bedroom (there are two bedrooms)
The lounge / conservatory area at the rear of the house
The garden, looking down towards the lounge / conservatory
Looking up the garden.
More details and pictures when we get them.