So close now. I had always hoped it would complete within 100 days, but as today marks the 100th, it's looking unlikely.
The hold-up is a piece of A4 paper. I've seen it; I've signed it, even. However, it requires the signature of someone else before anything at all can happen.
I've taken to phoning the estate agent every morning and simply leaving the same daily message on her answer phone:
"Hi Estate Agent, Matt stubbs here. Same question as ever. Please let me know if there are any updates. Kbye"
It's sometimes hard to sound assertive and yet not impatient.
"Stubborness is great, Matt," said someone the other day, "So long as you're right."
I haven't had my patience tested quite like this before. I think the maddening thing is being so close, yet being unable to land.
Of course, the Impatience Quotient (IQ) goes up proportionally with the Importance (i) of the thing you're waiting for as well as the time taken to get there (t).
In other words, the amount of energy required (E) to overcome the Impatience Quotient also goes up - and energy is expensive. It's wildly easy then for your IQ to spiral out of control, especially when you're tired.
IQ = E+it
Anyway, there's no news, just circling with little contact from ground control.
Close though.
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