We looked at houses.
We discussed the relative merits of said houses as we headed round the supermarket for our bi-weekly shop.
We got back home.
4 missed calls, all from the estate agents for Mr and Mrs We-Don’t-Want-To-Move-Until-November.
Mr and Mrs We-Don’t-Want-To-Move-Until-November have, it appears, agreed to move by 20th October.
We accepted this.
We have, it appears, an agreement.
If and when we exchange contracts, we may even feel free to start celebrating about it. Until then, we will wait with patient resignation for the next piece of fuckwittery to hit us.