The prospective buyer, of whom I wrote here and here, seemed prospective no more, since he had not shown up on the day he wrote he was going to come for a second inspection, and I had already breathed a great sigh of relief because the thought of packing up was quite daunting.
But then, just as we were settling in by the fireside at JJ's for afternoon tea, this email dropped into my inbox: "Good afternoon Peter. We didn’t make it out yesterday to have another look around. If it’s ok with you I would like to arrange another time early next week, Jake has had to shoot back to Bundaberg for a job so it will just be me. Kind regards Tony"
And so the real estate saga continues.
