This is getting ridiculous

For those of you who are unaware, I have been trying to move house. I am afraid that I have let the side down on the 'living more dangerously' front by NOT agreeing to exchange and complete on the same day. Had it just been up to me and not involved possibly stranding my husband and two small children with all their worldly goods in a lorry and needing to unpack it all again having gone precisely nowhere, then perhaps I would have risen to the challenge.

I managed to unpick all the plans from last time we failed to exchange and thus avoid spending any unnecessary money, so my confidence in living life on the edge is growing. Today, we have also told our lovely buyers that we are not going to exchange contracts with a £1 deposit. I suggested a fiver to Steve, but he was having none of it. I am no longer stressed about this situation, I am excited. I love the unknown and all that practice of eating cheese out of turn in a meal and throwing random things into my ice cream maker have prepared me for this day. I am so excited that I was physically sick this week and have been living on an adrenalin rush for at least 10 days. I actually cannot wait to see what happens next.

The latest proposed move date is 15th May, not sure on an exchange date as yet, but it should be some time BEFORE then.

SING: we shall see, we shall see, o I love living dangerously!

OK, so perhaps I am, in fact, beginning to go a teeny tiny bit bonkers, but it seems to be a happy place so I am staying here.