Just in case you think it's all lovely in the garden here, let me share my anxieties with you....
One lot of prospective buyers (Offer Number Two) are on holiday in Italy. Another (Offer Number One) doesn't seem to have been back in touch with the estate agent to be told the answers to some of his pressing questions. Both seem very serious about wanting my house, and in a hurry too, to start new jobs soon, and their offers are both more than I had expected.
The two offers sit waiting; the estate agent counsels me to wait a little longer, as it's early days yet, although I want to say Yes! to both of them.... For someone who likes to be decisive, I am finding this waiting game unbearable. And I know someone may be disappointed, and I feel badly about keeping them hanging on.
Have the weekend off, I told myself; bake a bunch of little butter cakes for Lynn's summer party, and forget about the house business.
And that's what I did, and I calmed down. But when I drove round to Lynn's to deliver her little cakes this afternoon, I could swear I saw Offer Number One getting into a taxi just round the corner from my house. And as he lives way down south, and has no connections up here, I can only jump to the conclusion that he is looking further than my house. Maybe he won't be Offer Number One on Monday...
And because I have the Worrier gene, but lack the Sense of Perspective gene, I hear a little voice in my head saying "What if he pulls out? What if Offer Number Two pulls out as well?" - followed by "And what if there isn't an Offer Number Three?"
That way lies madness. Thankfully, there are extra little cakes; you know how soothing to the nerves cake can be.
On Monday I shall be in Somerset looking at houses myself; I know those poor vendors, fresh from plumping cushions and worrying if the cat tray smells, will be looking at me with hopeful thoughts running in their heads: is she a serious buyer? Will she offer what we want for our home? And I will feel badly for them too. Maybe I also lack the gene that gives one a hard heart. And the nerves of steel.
I know you finger-crossers are probably all crippled by now, with fingers that have fused together to form unsightly little webs, but please don't stop yet. Cake alone isn't going to be enough.