Done and dusted. And we got the asking price, which was a nice finish. The ‘home open’ was held on the weekend, and we stalked our own house by sitting on the opposite neighbours front porch with them sharing a few cups of tea, TimTams and watching the parade.

Some of the things we have seen in the 14 days we have had the house on the market have been quite interesting, if not bizarre. For example:

The man who stood out the front one morning just after sunrise, then walked down the length of the side fence on the neighbours side and continuously climbed the fence rail to look into our yard from all angles. He walked around and did the same thing on the other side;

The young couple who parked their  car around the corner (so we couldn’t see it?) the stood on the neighbours fence and proceeded to take loads of photographs of the front (which is on the Internet listing anyway);

The woman who stood under the the little gate porch in the pouring rain at dusk and shone her torch around the garden;

Then there were some conversations.

The woman who asked the agent if the television in the bedroom  (a flatscreenon the wall) could be left behind so she could watch ‘certain’ pay TV shows on it with her partner;

The woman who asked if we had nice neighbours, since her 3 dogs barked all the time and she wanted to live somewhere where people didn’t complain;

The couple wanted to know if the tumble dryer was included in the sale of the house since it seemed to be raining a lot more in this street than other streets (!).

Anyway, the people we have sold to seem really lovely and not unlike us in many ways.

I guess we can now take a deep breath and prepare to move on.