Quit everything , and start again over 50?

MuffinTops

I must admit, I'm not "feeling it" either but I'm also mellow about that. I have a viewing on Sunday so I'll see how that goes. Then it comes off the market on Monday.

Good luck for your tomorrow viewing. I hope they don't interrupt your morning shower again!!!

Smodlet

MuffinTops wrote: »

Would galiant Smodlet be anywhere near the Ford of Bed? A place fitting of a Castle Queen and her protection Dragons? With its many Cold Castle warmth wenches and her King of all he surveys?

Galiant! Love it loads! I, too make up words by putting two together and squidging them, like. A mixture of gallant and valiant, sirrah?

You are def on the right track, babes, I meant, Noble Muffin, one is impressed, but nay, the Ford of Bed is in the Shire of Bed, somewhat SSE of the Origin of Smodlets. Look along the way of iron, noble Muffin, which runs from Londinium to the Frozen Waste of the Borough of Edin.

another_casualty

MuffinTops wrote: »

I must admit, I'm not "feeling it" either but I'm also mellow about that. I have a viewing on Sunday so I'll see how that goes. Then it comes off the market on Monday.

Good luck for your tomorrow viewing. I hope they don't interrupt your morning shower again!!!

Thanks muffin:) viewings on a Sunday ? Hope that goes well.
I've got one or two things to sort out still , so it's up to me to get my finger out
I never moved so fast as last Saturday
That was the couple , who never fell in love with the place , but may do a second viewing in a couple of weeks. They said it was the best of the bunch . I imagine the other properties had dead pigeons in there or something

wendym

This comes under the heading There’s a Buyer Out There Somewhere.

My daughter was selling a house in Yorkshire. It was on the end of a terrace, and had been an overseer’s house, so was large. It had been split into two, and her ‘half’ was two thirds, so she got the imposing front door. It had been really well done. The only odd thing was that the back yard had been half roofed over with corrugated plastic, and had a wall with a door in the middle. The EA advised her to keep quiet about it.

The most enthusiastic viewer ‘just knew’ that her daughter would love it. Could they visit together on the Saturday? Never heard from again. Many similar, then came the scary biker. I made her stay on the phone to me while he viewed. She had never seen anyone less interested. The following day he offered the asking price, as it was the only property in his price range with somewhere secure to leave his bike.

Sorry about the shouty font – laptop playing up.

another_casualty

Thanks Wendy . Always good to hear these stories .

bettyboo71

Has this thread become the place where we come for a bit of life therapy?
I have enjoyed the accented banter, and am particularly curious about where Grunnie is. If I was to say something in my native dialect I think most of you wouldn't have a clue, but here goes.
Ahm a true quinie, an ah dinna ken fit yous lot are on aboot. An yer ah winderin fa Ken is anna noo.

AC, we could talk for hours about the environmental and cultural/social impact on peoples physical and mental wellbeing. I studied psychology, but added a course on complimentary and alternative therapies to make up my degree points. In a nutshell, we mostly lead far more sedentary lifestyles, work under artificial light, surrounded by electronics in an atmosphere full of who-kows-what, and we often move away from the support networks of family. Combined with the fact that friends may come and go as they or you move, and I am painting a very bleak picture.
Perhaps that is just because all I want is one bl00dy day with no rain Just one. It's August and when we ventured to the local shop at lunchtime all the cars were driving with their lights on. The community centre was opened as an emergency shelter because of all the campers who couldn't pitch tents because the ground is so wet.
But then I go out with the bird feeder, and they are so rellieved to have a brief respite from the gales, and they manage to empty the feeder in less than half the usual time. But I feel that I am doing something good, and I love watching them, and I feel better again.
That is my therapy.

grunnie

Bettyboo71 I am on the east coast half way between Inverness and Aberdeen and I spik the doric. I ca masel a quinie in a.;)
Going on a cruise up the west coast next month so I will wave as I sail passed Skye.

Smodlet

Well, you're obviously Scots, bettyboo and, from the way you describe the weather, I would guess you are either in NW Scotland or the Western Isles. Please, no blue smarties.

Shucks, grunnie has just given it away. No blue Skye for you then, huh?

bettyboo71

I live on Skye now, but am from Aberdeen, hence the doric tongue. Although it is a very different dialect from here, since we moved from Edinburgh I am conscious that my accent has slipped a bit. You can take the quine out of Aberdeen, but you cant take Aberdeen out of the quine.
Grunnie, depending on where you are, hopefully one of the nicer parts of that coastline? The Western Isles cruises seem to be very popular - I just hope you get the weather for it, as many of the ferries have been cancelled this week.

Smodlet

Sorry, Bettyboo and Grunnie, you have lost me. I thought "doric" was used to describe a type of column, Greek in origin, I think. And, without googling, "quine" looks like a type of fruit with the c missing, to me. I hope no offence is taken as none is intended, I have never heard these terms before, being a mere Sassenach.

"Ahm a true quinie, an ah dinna ken fit yous lot are on aboot. An yer ah winderin fa Ken is anna noo."

My attempt: I am a true quinie (?) and I do not know what all of you are on about. And you are wondering who Ken is, anyhow. Anywhere close?

This is all beyond my Ken and my Barbie. ;0)