I had made an offer. I thought they’d all laugh. It was a good bit under “the asking”. We drove out to Kilmore Quay to buy fish. Now that was the laugh. Damn “shop” was closed of a Tuesday and a Monday and a Sunday. My brother rang the little Chinese fishmonger in Bray he normally bought from.
We had a lovely dinner. Whole dorade (as my son called them from working in France). Sea bream to everyone else. Had a teeny glass of wine and got on the road. Was getting dark and I was coming up to Tara. Phone rang. Was estate agent. Seller was about to get on ferry to go back to England. Would I pay 5k more and he would clear the crap out of the sheds. I said no. I’ll pay the offer. Agent said “I’ll ring you back”.
Phone rang again. Offer accepted. Rang brother, shouting. Couldn’t believe it. Elated.
I HAD BOUGHT A HOUSE WITH OUTBUILDINGS AND LAND AND IT HAD CHARM.