Del Arun in Arundel: a postscript

I finally sold my house last week – many thanks to the always-cheerful folk at Glyn Jones & Co – which means it’s time for my alter ego of Del Arun to fade away into the sunset. Mind you, I’m not saying goodbye to Arundel completely; I can’t resist the Gallery Trail during the festival or Corpus Christi at the Cathedral… and I still haven’t been to a cricket match in town.

Anyway, thanks for reading and for your comments & support. If you’re curious about what happens next, you’ll find the ‘real me’ online at markbridge.info

It's a sign!

...and there's other news, too. Someone's coming to view on Wednesday morning. I'll make sure I'm out.

The word is out

Apparently my house is now in the estate agent's window. I say "apparently" because I've not looked yet, even though it's just a couple of minutes down the road. It's also on their web site and on rightmove.co.uk. I'm having the HIP energy assessment done on Monday... and I've just planted a couple of primroses in the box at the front of my house. Wonder when I'll get my first viewing?

On the market...

We Gotta Get Out Of This Place...

Yes, it's true. After much thought and conversation, I'm putting my house (or "two-bedroom character cottage", as I prefer to think of it these days) on the market. My plan is to head over the border to East Sussex, a county that has the benefit of containing my girlfriend.

Anyway, I was visited yesterday by my chosen estate agent who measured the house with his sonic tape-measure. Cool or what? It's only a step away from David Tennant and his sonic screwdriver. Before you know it, he'll be showing Dalek Sec around. "Yeah, lovely place but I’m not sure my friends can handle the stairs..."

Still, I digress. I've never really sold a house before. There have always been odd circumstances that involved other people doing it for me. So I'm looking forward to this. Sort of.

Stay tuned for more exciting adventures of Del Arun and his incredible disappearing house...