If we hadn’t sold a property only 2 years ago I wouldn’t have any comparison to make but with a sale in a month and a move completed in 3 months I was under the illusion that it would be a walk in the park again this time round. After all, I keep seeing on the BBC news and reading in the national papers that property markets are starting to take off again.

Well, they’re not.

The area we live in is a desirable one. It’s on the commuter link to London, the estate is a quiet, well looked after area with amenities such as shops, local library, doctors surgery and Neighbourhood watch. The houses are all well-kept and the neighbours are friendly. Property here is usually snapped up in a click of the fingers. Five weeks it took my in-laws to sell their property last summer. So I cannot understand the delay this time round.

Admittedly we put our house up for sale in mid October and by the end of November, we knew it would quiten down whilst everyone prepared for Christmas. But we were told by the estate agents that January is one of the best months of the year for selling. So we too got on with organising our Christmas.

And since the beginning of the year it has been so very, very slow. The viewings in dribs and drabs, the offer – only one so far, way to low to be considered.

When I question the agents, they are hasty to reply they’re very busy at the moment. So either my property is awful (and they have assured me plenty of times that it is not the case) or they’re quieter but don’t want to let on.

We also went to have a look at another house over the weekend just in case we lose out on our first choice.

Every single room needs working on and the only thing I did like was the big kitchen with diner attached but you can’t buy a house on that just alone. The 3rd bedroom was off the 2nd, the bathroom suite was avocado (shudder) and there were cheap built wardrobes made out of chipboard in every room, painted to match the walls. A nightmare.

Robinson Michael Jackson, one of our agents, called and on their suggestion our property is now being sold with a price guide, they hope it will attract more buyers and therefore more offers with hopefully a bidding war.

I see there’s a new moon this week and I hope that will change the current sorry state of affairs. I have more faith in the moon right now.

The Euro Lottery that is.

Again for the umpteenth week, I have bought my two lucky dips leaving it all to destiny to decide if I should I be the lucky winner of £113,000,000 this Friday evening.

Once I have my tickets, I feel very lucky and will continue to do so until I watch the draw. (There’s a 13 in there, lucky for some… and all that.)

I also spend a lot of time wondering how I’d spend all that money and over the past months this has become a favourite pastime of mine.

I would be quite happy sharing my win with another one or two so as not to have too much money. That would be vulgar.

Usually, my dream spending runs like this:-

  1. A house, probably with an indoor swimming pool, huge gardens (with a gardener!) walk-in wardrobes, a massive kitchen and garages for all of my…
  2. Cars. An Aston Martin, a Jag and a little mini to run around in..
  3. Holidays, well more like one big journey around the world, returning every now and then to check the gardener has done his job.
  4. A wedding. Paul and I could tie the knot in style, we could afford to fly everyone we know wherever we decide to marry.
  5. Gifts to my family and closest friends (could possibly be thousands MILLIONS of pounds remember so keep on popping back!)
  6. Charities – The Smile Train, The Miscarriage Association, Breast Cancer research.
  7. A villa in Folgaria so I can visit my childfren and see my friends whenever I like.

There’s plenty more I’m sure but the girls are waking upstairs and interrupting my shopping spree!

Have you ever thought about winning the lottery? How would you spend your money on a big win?

Rudolph potatoes roasted with lamb and vegetables

Best day of the week? I’m not sure, maybe that prize would go to Saturday because as much as I love my Sundays they are tarnished with the knowledge that tomorrow is Monday again.

But Sundays for me are all about relaxing, indulgence, Sunday roasts, delicious desserts – today we have a white chocolate cheesecake for our guests made with my own fair hands mmmm.

Sundays are listening to the radio whilst flicking through the papers seeing who has been caught in the media floodlights this week.

Sundays are not being too concerned about the housework.

Sundays are doing the ironing in front of a Sunday afternoon film.

Sundays are not worrying about the diet for a day.

Sundays are for nice long walks at a brisk pace to keep yourself warm.

the ship inn cobham kent

Sundays are a pint and a glass of wine in the local pub before dinner is served.

Sundays are for family get togethers, when the children can eat more chocolate and sweets than usual, dad gets an extra pint and mums catch up on the gossip.

Sundays are for family days out, paying way too much for the parking, spending exorbitant amounts for food and drinks, finding out you needed to book in order to enter and getting home worn out.

Sundays are for savouring the last Sunday moments on the sofa while the children sleep watching trash TV with a nice cup of tea.

So John lost his captaincy of the England football team as many had predicted and I can’t say I feel very sorry for him.

I have a very high opinion of Fabio Capello who apart from being a devout Catholic also is a family man and understands the importance of the father’s role in the delicate set up of a family.

I’m sure if we’re going to win the world cup (fingers crossed) we’ll win it with or without Terry’s captaincy. Capello’s leadership alone is enough to go on. The man is serious and careful in his decision making.

I just wish the British media would stop dishing out pointless awards for Best Dad of the Year, or Celebrity mum of the year…let’s have a look…Kerry Katona. Why? Katie Price. Again why? John Terry – makes you laugh doesn’t it?

Do we really need to be told by the press these people are ideal role models of looking after their children because quite frankly I disagree with ALL of their pathetic proposals so far. It begs the question of the criteria involved in their poor choices.

Maybe it should have been an award given to Brian McFadden who looks after their girls OUT of the spotlight. Or in this case Toni Terry who whilst her husband is out busying himself with Alicia Duval in the back of a car she is changing nappies and cuddling their children.

I do firmly believe that until all couples pay a little more respect to their partners Britain will remain Broken. It needs everyone to understand and take their commitments to heart. Only if society as a whole starts to recognise this will we ever move forward and evolve into a varing society.

Well done Fabio for taking the harsh decision and best of luck for the South Africa World Cup

Our house went on the market back in Oct – the 16th to be precise, so after three months and only a handful of viewings it’s time to review the situation.

Andy, the manager at RMJ has advised lowering the price by £10.000. We said originally that we’d hold out till the end of Jan hoping that the market would pick up in our favour but now we see other properties on the market for a similar price in a better location and with larger gardens too so time to make that difficult decision.

Other Half wants to lower as of Monday to £2,500 but I think that’s not going to gain anything. In order to attract a new audience we need to lower by £5k to be in a lower search bracket. I can’t convince him otherwise so this is going to be our plan of action for a while.

As for the house we originally put an offer on we are ever more inclined to withdraw it and search for a house about £20k less, allowing us to not be so crippled by a steep mortgage for the next 15 years.

Will keep you posted, I just wish we could lower and get it sold, I’m tired now of hanging around and drained by the emotion and ‘fingers crossed’ that goes with every viewing only to be followed by such disappointment.