You only know you're in a tunnel rather than a cave when you see the light, a tiny speck that grows bigger as you approach and quicker if you run!. MMIL can see the light and is frisky with excitement! She's back and too from the tip with, well, we don't know what; not even the threat of a chimney coming crashing down in the recent windy weather has checked her enthusiasm for the approaching finishing line. Mmm, we know better. Caution horses!
The signs ARE good: the bank's surveyor (A sensible one according to the agent!) is due to inspect in Tuesday, the purchaser indicates he wants to complete within a week, the selling agents are talking to the purchasing agents at this end smoothing the water and giving positive signals.
We continue to try to concentrating her mind on small important tasks, like clearing her filing cabinet of dead-weight documents.
MMIL announced yesterday that the filing cabinet was 'empty' - she's emptied it all into a box to take with her and sort at leisure in her new home! It's like telling a child Santa won't come unless you're asleep in bed! Lord Love Her!
Oh well, after weeks in the darkness, we can all see the light now!
