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On Monday, I made an offer on a lovely old house that reminded me of not one but two of my much-missed great grandmothers.
Tuesday morning, someone else made an offer.
The other offer was prettier.
I'm still the backup, but it's most likely back to the drawing board, and goodbye to the 1919 house under mature trees, who's virtues are so unfortuantley covered up wtih shag carpet and golden vinyl.
Tuesday morning, someone else made an offer.
The other offer was prettier.
I'm still the backup, but it's most likely back to the drawing board, and goodbye to the 1919 house under mature trees, who's virtues are so unfortuantley covered up wtih shag carpet and golden vinyl.
