Tom's Notes—Trepidation

We're close to having our house.

We've found the one for us. We've made an offer. The offer's been accepted. We're close.

And yet so far. The good news was last week; this week the survey was completed, and the news was bad—the roof is gone, there's a woodworm infestation in the timbers; rising damp climbs the masonry. £20,000 to fix it all.

So we stand in front of a bridge; 20,000 pound coins in length. Our house and its owners are on the other side. We can't walk to them, we can't meet in the middle. We can only go 5,000 pounds forward—but can they come 15,000 pounds this-a-way?

All we can do is watch and wait, in trepidation.