My mum and dad have sold their house. They've been thinking about moving for a few years and have finally taken the plunge.
They put the house on the market at the end of April and within six weeks they'd had an offer which they accepted. They've found a two bedroomed appartment which they like and have put in an offer for it which has been accepted, so they're just waiting for a moving date now.
It's quite ironic that they chose the time they did to put the house on the market. They've been thinking for a while that the house is too big for them now that they're on their own and not getting any younger, and the upkeep is getting too much. The week after they'd instructed the estate agent to put it up for sale, my dad had his heart attack.
The appartment they're moving in to is within walking distance of my house, which I'm really pleased about, and it's in a complex for the over 55's so they shouldn't have any rowdy neighbours.
It's quite sad that I won't be able to visit the house anymore though. Our family moved there when I was two and I lived there until I was twenty, so it holds all my childhood memories.