I wrote no more of the previous post as I was still at Helen's, everyone woke up and the day began.

The Burringbar house.  High and gloriously adorned with views in three directions.  Not dramatic views as at the Nobbys Creek house but striking views nevertheless of the Border Ranges, and that sweeping arc of palm studded jungle to the north.  A wide wooden deck inviting elbow-leaning on the rail with a glass of something red at hand. 

Wood floors everywhere but bedrooms.  A pantry in the kitchen corner with good light and good access.  Gas stove.  Huge master bedroom with ensuite and access to deck.  Private office, also with view.  The house just opens its arms wide and embraces.  I see us living there. 

We made an offer and it was accepted contingent upon our house selling.  Loved that.  Rather than the dismaying back and forth faffing about with offers and counter offers, I (we) made an offer  which was less than their asking price but still a meaty amount.  It was accepted by the next email.  Everybody happy.

So now the mad cleaning for the hopeful second visit of the people interested in our house.  They were supposed to come last Monday but a death in the family postponed it until tomorrow.  No confirmation as yet but I've mopped and dusted and today will be devoted to raking and windows and more raking. 

Many people thinking good thoughts for us.  I am excited but also a fatalistic part of me, who better sees the big picture, knows that if is falls through it is for a reason that is ultimately to our advantage.  So we wait and hope.