There is nothing I want to do less than housework right now even though I am normally a house proud sort of person - as it’s the last thing on my to-do list when I’m working on a new book - but we are putting our cottage on the market very soon. The sales particulars of which will be available online as well as displayed in a glossy brochure and so, over the past week, there has been a steady procession of people scrutinizing the old place.
First there was the Home Report Surveyor perusing (a requirement of selling a property in Scotland) and then the Estate Agent getting the grand tour and taking notes and finally the photographer exploring each room and pointing her lens into every nook and cranny while looking for the right lighting – when there simply wasn’t any to be had.
I’m exhausted. My hands are dry and my nails are ruined from all the cleaning and polishing to bring our humble abode up to the standards of sparkle you might expect to see in the pages of Home & Gardens magazine. Because believe me, if everyone is going to be looking in my boudoir, it’s going to damn well shine like it’s never shone before - even without the right light!
So I apologise for the disruption to my usual wise and witty writerly bloggings and I hope to be back to normal posting next Friday. In the meantime, do remember that if you can’t get to Edinburgh this year for the International Book Festival, you can always attend the Edinburgh Ebook Festival instead – virtually. It runs from the 11th - 27th August and I’ll be appearing on Tuesday 14th August in the Auld Lums review feature. I also have my own Festival Author Page if you’d like to check it out. The whole event promises to be innovative and unique and I’m so thrilled to be in the company of so many of my favourite Scottish writers.
So I hope to see you at the festival - virtually