Friday 16 January 2015
Misty 4 degrees cold and rain later
Took the dog out early to clear my head. Really stuffed up and had slept very badly. Glorious morning with tiny wreaths of cloud wrapped around the highest tree branches. Dog delighted to be out early and ran around happily. We descended the hill from our house and suddenly, across a large field, two dogs appeared and streaked towards us with alarming speed. The larger one resembled a Doberman and the slightly smaller one, a mongrel. They halted at the stream, fortunately full from the recent rainfall, and barked aggressively. They have started doing this recently but we ignore them and they stay on their side of the stream.
I walked the dog on, quickly, but they followed us the length of the stream and their barking became louder and louder. To my horror, they then crossed the stream and ran across the maize stalks and onto the road. The dog was pleased and wagged his tail. He is a moron of some order. The dogs surrounded him and growled. The dog smiled and started sniffing their bottoms. I got to a safe distance and bellowed for the dog to join me and eventually he did, with the other dogs growling and following him. They must have followed us for a good 200 metres so I arrived home in quite a shaken state. Would they have been so interested if I had been on my own? I rang the local police and reported the incident and they promised to go around and see the owner.
Two hours later the phone rang and it was the policeman who was at the owners house. He passed the phone to me - no client confidentiality here obviously - and the owner told me that her dogs were adorable and not bad at all and I must have made a mistake. I told her that the dogs were not at all adorable, no I didn't want to come to her house to see how adorable they were, and that I would report her if they did it again.
OH went to local city to obtain building materials and I had peaceful day putting on new properties. Peace somewhat disturbed when I get an email from the agency saying do I know anything about the collapsed wall. I ring the notary who updates me to the effect that the buyer has refused to pull out and is insisting that the seller puts the property back into the condition as seen on the last visit. Later on in the day, I am sent photos. It is a retaining wall down in the garden - fortunately not part of the house as we would then have had issues with the surveyor as well. I ring the owner and tell him he needs to get a quote. He of course doesn't want to get a quote as this amount will then be retained by the notary against the works. I ring the notary back and ask him to write in no uncertain terms to the seller and tell him what he must do. Notary confirms that the seller cant back out without having to pay indemnities which are considerably in excess of the value of the wall repairs.
Have cup of tea in garden and smile and say HA!!! Thank fate for having my back.
Make fire and OH arrives back at the end of five hours shopping and driving. Update him and then appraise him of my insight, obtained whilst weeding the other day. When I think of making a sale, I get a sinking feeling in my stomach - a 'here we go again' feeling. Subconsciously I may be blocking making sales because they are so much stress and worry. OH regards me over the top of his tea cup and says I had better stop it, we need the money. I give myself permission to make trouble free sales and have help from all quarters from loving people.
Go to bed early and spend night waking up with bone dry mouth. Don't feel as ill as I used to do when I attraped a non UK cold. French and Spanish colds used to knock me for six for at least a week.