We feel like we're in the middle of a train wreck with The Move. MMIL's being shielded from the anxiety that besets us. The Bung has been put back on the market while the selling of the big house grinds ever slower as suspicions proliferate. We'll be upset to lose the bung while the legal boys fail to react to the sense of concern, tossing irrelevant questions to and fro and not responding to communications.
An in-law discovered quite by accident that the purchaser has submitted a planning permission for major extensions and a swimming pool; we suspect they might be on a go-slow while they test the water.
'Bit sad really since so much careful work is being done to make sure MMIL survives the courageous decision she's made to move away from home and hearth in good spirit and good health.
We are at the mercy of circumstance, but hang on dearly to a sliver of optimism.
MMIL is keeping up her spirits by visiting the TIP every day! I suspect very soon, she'll be lifting the floorboards.
