House Viewing – Moving Home With MEcfs

Three weeks after a major post-house viewing MEcfs crash, I have made it out to another viewing. Muted ‘yay’! Am I mad, very possibly. I mean, am I just openly inviting another crash? Whilst saying a definitive no to the push/crash cycle. Not going there. But the moving process does feel akin to a revolving door at the moment. Except we’re not looking to move into an ex-Debenhams high street building with deserted perfumery.

Scent Bottle With Orange And Yellow Flowers

I speak more about moving home with MEcfs in my recent post Moving Home With MEcfs – A Reality Check And List.

Rest Is Vital

Fortunately I didn’t need to be ready until 4.15pm on the day. Anything before 2pm is a no, no. Allowing time for plenty of rest, hydration, nourishment, changing out of pjs, relaxing tunes when manageable, remembering to wear shoes and trying to remember where they are, shooting piercing looks at the excavators nearby, who can’t see me anyway. Please see my post “Ode to a Field“. Oh and plenty of daydreaming aka MyDreamHome.Fairyland strikes again.

Person Lying Flat Under A Duvet With Phone And Mug

The List

All this frenetic pacing and taking things as slowly as possible was followed by the inevitable stairlift descent and gathering of:

Wheelchair
Stick
Perching stick
Neck Rest
Dark Glasses
Cool Water
Snacks
Wet Wipes
Hand Sanitizer
Face Mask
Medication
First aid kit, Kitchen sink etc.

And of course not forgetting the precautionary wee. Nothing worse than needing the loo mid property viewing, and wondering where on earth you can stop on the way home where it will be accessible.

Equipment gathered, we headed off. With my husband on the phone hastily trying to book another viewing as he negotiated the wheelie out of the front door. The current market is weird to say the least. Was it always this challenging? Don’t answer that! Lol!

House Viewing - Moving With MEcfs Series

Opinion of Dog

Our doggo is very unimpressed with our sorties, and with not being invited along. We are ignored on our exit, only to be greeted by thorough sniff/lick checking by doggo security on our return. To ensure no hounds have been within an inch my air space. Phew, I passed that one. You may cross the threshold two-leg…this time! Haughty sighthound sniff, tail swish, followed by a deposit deposited right outside the back door! Take that…to the bin. Yes you, two-leg! Humph!

Fawn Sighthound Gazing Down From The Top Of The Stairs — *What time do you call this?*

The Viewing

At the viewing, I pretty much knew on arrival that it wasn’t quite right for us. The road noise for starters was far more noticeable than I had anticipated. You fool, a picture of a nearby tree diverted my reasoning! I did laugh inwardly when the agent jovially mentioned the lack of noticeable road noise. Umm really, umm nope, I think you must be imagining you’re describing somewhere else entirely.

A Green Bus With A Yellow Vehicle And Bicycle On Its Roof

As they confidently spoke above said noise, describing the benefits of other features which were equally baffling. But not adequately baffling the road noise. Did you see what I did there? I do love a good sales pitch, as opposed to a pushy one, seriously I do, it all adds to the theatre. But nope, I don’t fancy reading a book in a wardrobe, thanks all the same.

Remember To Wear Socks

But I smiled politely, whilst also feeling rather bothered about being asked to remove my shoes, in a year 2-esque fashion, to wander on somewhat well visited carpet. (Diplomatic eh!) Remind me to add emergency socks to my list next time!What, there will be a next time? And honestly, just say – ‘Would you mind removing your shoes’?

And await the responses of:

No, I’d rather not.
Yes, OK, if you insist.
Hadn’t you noticed, I’m not wearing shoes?

Interestingly, in Asia, where removal of shoes is pretty much a prerequisite when entering a persons home, to keep the usually immaculate floors clean. Slippers are offered to wear.

Viewings do require me to stand up at times. Hence the accompanying perching stick, and of course, wheelchair, when I no longer can, whilst simultaneously removing shoes and donning socks!

An Outside Loo

Once through the property. Which in fairness did possess some very nice features. An exterior utility room and loo were presented. Which transpired to be a brick built shed in a very poor state, with decaying window (if you could call it a window. More a frame just about holding itself together, minus glazing) and door of a similar ilk. Complete with an outside *bog, itself replete with cobwebs, and a door in even worse shape. Almost incapable of opening.

The *bog, the type I recall from the 1960s. Which no one ever wanted to use, as there were always spiders lurking, with equally off putting izal loo paper. Being told it was an older property and, therefore, why there was still an antiquated water closet just about standing, amongst many modern features, wasn’t going to wash. Well no, I have no intention of washing in an antiquated WC. Let’s just say there were some anomalies.

The Unexpected

Oh and BTW, FYI, NB, PS, you have to make a decision before elevenses tomorrow. Eh whaaat? Oh. Umm. OK. Err. Right oh. You mean before I dive into a cappuccino and sugared doughnut. I wish! As my marble run MEcfs brain swiftly began to delve in to the memory files of which property it was going to vend and bemoan at any given moment, minus request I might add. Groan.

Closing Thoughts

So, we are now learning. I hope! If it looks too good it probably is. And to be honest with ourselves. More scouting needed, by resident scout, i.e. my husband. I seriously cannot offer up my empty battery for viewing distinctly ‘err maybe, I could learn to love you, but probably won’t‘ type properties again.

Another lesson learned. Box ticked. Very friendly and clearly capable agent met. Beautiful view of Essex countryside encountered and enjoyed. Potential bubble burst as we arrived for a homeward journey ice cool refreshment, only to find the chosen secluded country pub, closed, boarded up and deserted. With a friend later telling me it has been closed for years. Really sad. Such a lovely spot.

An Emerald Green Door Locked With A Chain And Padlock

And that my friends is a summary of the latest viewing. More moving stories to come, I have no doubt.

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*Bog ~ (colloquialism) a definition in UK English: Toilet, Loo, WC, Convenience or Restroom. As opposed to: an area of wet muddy ground that is too soft to support a heavy body ~ “a peat bog”

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