What a stress!! I must have checked my phone 100 times every day in Portugal in the hope that we would exchange contracts, but there was nothing.
Then I checked it constantly when we got back, then lots of emails and phone calls with the solicitor, but still nothing.
On the 26th we got up, the removal men arrived and finished packing, but still nothing definite. At 10.30am I spoke to the solicitor and she said it should happen, but she couldn't guarantee it.
So an hour later there we were, unloading all of our belongings on to the driveway of the house that we hoped to buy.
Then the solicitor rang and said that we had sold our house, and to go and wait at the estate agents in Oxford. After about an hour of sitting there Darren rang and said that there was no more room on the drive and that they would soon have to unload on to the street.
Stress, stressed and more stressed, then the phone call came through to the estate agents. The paperwork was exchanged, the money had arrived and they gave me the keys and a bottle of fizz.
I set off running, then rang Darren, and a few minutes later the removal men started taking our stuff inside.
What a relief, as I started to worry that we might have had to put a tent up on the street and guard our things all night.
We're in, it's lovely and lots of work to do.