Up the ladder again..

Our hallway.
In my healthier days I painted the whole thing. I said then I would never do it again. Of course it has had to be redecorated since then, but Mike has taken it on. Today I went up the ladder and did the ceiling.
Just before Christmas some of the roof tiles were dislodged in the wind. By the time our roofer turned up to replace them there had been some water come in and the ceiling had stains on it.
There are always things to do in the house and the job got left. Imagine our horror when we had the viewing and they wanted to come 'that day'. And they were back for the second viewing before we had chance to get the ladders out!
When we received the 'silly' offer on Thursday, there was also talk about us redoing the Home Report.
Do they still have them in England? We are stuck with them. It was supposed to save purchasers money. As they did not have to have their own survey done on every house viewed, then put in their offer, only to lose out when the sealed bids were opened, and had to start all over again. But home reports do have a shelf life, also some mortgage providers still insist on having their own surveyor do them, so there is still cost to the purchaser. Daft.
We refused to do this - and the silly offer.
Next, we have been asked to list all the things we have done as a result of the Home Report, and when, as 'they are still interested'.
Well, it costs nothing but time to do that. So we did.
It was quite interesting for us to see just how much we had done! Everything we could and afford. Some of the things on the Home Report one could treat with contempt to be honest, and any sane person would do so. F'rinstance, "There is evidence of mice." We live in the middle of the countryside, and despite three cats, come the cold weather the mice move in. They do contain themselves in the loft. Come the Summer , they move out (and, hopefully, get eaten. Well quite a lot do.)
The only things outstanding for us to do were the results of the recent weather attacks.
So Mike was outside replacing a guttering that had come down. Me up the ladder. Jobs done.
Our For Sale sign got ripped off in the winds on Thursday night. Our solicitor may want to put up a new one, if only so she can put UNDER OFFER on it. I wish.