Time Gentlemen, please. Almost

Just when we were beginning to enjoy the feeling of not living in a show house or a set from Gracious Living-the Movie we suddenly have a rather belated viewer-all the way from Fife, squeezing in under the bar before the closing date on Thursday. Apparently keen as we are the only property they are looking at in these 'ere parts, -not the two other Manses, Old and Ould and the latest one on the market-The Manse, Hutton,recently vacated by our last incumbent minister. So it is a frenzy of tidying up around the house,kick stuff under the beds and sofas but sod the garden and the outhouses and hope the wind will disperse the last of the leaves into neat looking piles.

We may need the Fifers as two of the likely bidders have decided not to. Mr Rutherford's yard and its disruptive potential (unlikely as that is) did for the guy with cash and the lack of return on capital investment for the other-obviously building up a property portfolio on arising market being the priority there. So our short list has shrunk somewhat not helped by talk of recession and another Northern Rock type meltdown rumoured hovering in the wings.

So here is an image of the Whiteadder Water at Abbey St Bathans.

What on earth has this to do with selling the Old Manse? I hear a sharp bloggee intellect exclaim.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Labels: Abbey St Bathans, Selling the Manse

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