Gazumped!!

So there I was, enjoying the beautiful summer weather we don't get very often, preparing my nails to be painted a funky metallic blue for the weekend, when my mobile phone rings. I'm thinking no rush to answer to it they can leave a message. So I sit back and chill and continue to paint my nails funky blue. When I pick up the voicemail, it's from the estate agent that we put the offer in for the house. I call him back. 'This is part of the job that we hate', he says 'Someone has put a higher offer on the house. They've offered the asking price'. My heart sinks and my chest closes up, my head begins to go funny. But I try and be professional telling him that we're supposed to be exchanging contracts tomorrow! In my head I'm really screaming 'This can't be happening! This can't be happening!' I think back to Chris choosing carpets and blinds and curtains. Imagining myself in the house. The conversation I had with Dad (my father-in-law) yesterday about being gazumped! Yes, unlike delish, gazump is actually a word, it's a term for outbidding in the property market.

I cannot believe we've been gazumped!!! It's one of the downsides of buying a repossession property. Even though a property's had an offer on it; a) the property remains on the market and b) the offer is advertised, so it's public knowledge.

I felt like crying. But then I remembered that from the very beginning we gave this whole affair to God. We submitted it to His sovereign will. So, why should I worry. I cannot control this. All I can do is offer it back to God. So I will and I have. I prayed 'Lord you know that we see ourselves in this house. I know that this house came from you and I commit this situation to you.' Satan, ha! You're a defeated foe. My God reigns eternal and He loves me. I am in His will. He knows every hair on my head (even my new baby dreadlock 'Beanie' that's growing). So I'll let you know the outcome.

I am amazed that I haven't smudged my nails whilst typing this post!

Superwoman???

Today I posted on my Facebook profile...'Julie N Ricketts has (so far) been to the gym, the bank, the in-laws for lunch, sorted out the buildings insurance, coated and decorated 53 truffles, made the ganache for 20 more,currently coating and decorating 54 more, washed and hung out 2 loads of laundry and has put dinner on..all before 5pm. Does this classify me as 'Superwoman' or just a housewife?!'

No one seemed to vote, besides my friend Mariya. I'm casting my vote for....a housewife, who just happens to be Superwoman! I've hand rolled, coated and decorated over a 150 truffles and I have another batch of ganache in the fridge. At the moment there's more chocolate than actual food in our fridge. I am struggling with space to put everything. Today I had to put some truffles on the sofa to set because there wasn't space anywhere else for their trays. And I'm doing it all over again for my church next week!

I do love it really, even though my ankles are killing me.

I can see the light...I think I can...

Is it possible....??

....to kill a truffle???? On my path to my first fair promoting Blue Mahoe Chocolates, which comes up in 5 sleeps! I am having some shall we say technical issues with my guest truffle - the milk chocolate with caramelised hazelnut. In the final stages of coating the last 5 truffles, my chocolatiere machine which up until this point I was very much in love with, decided to kill some of my truffles by making them melt into the white chocolate coating. I could have cried. But I was too spent on emotions. The only emotion I am feeling right now is fatigue, as the clock winds down and I'm trying to keep 'Perfectionist Julie' from raising her ugly head. She is lurking somewhere in the background! I can feel her!

Other chocolate news, I finished my batch of coconut rum truffles and they smell absolutely delish! Is delish actually a word?? Or is my multiple times of watching Clueless coming back to haunt me...Anyhow, I digress. I've hand rolled the milk chocolate truffles which will have a dark chocolate coating sprinkled with fair trade granulated sugar. And this is where my tension level begins to rise , I have yet to make the strawberries and cream truffle!! With my homemade strawberry compote!!! Deep breaths in 1...2...3...and out 1...2...3...

It's 9:53pm here and my eyes are slowly closing. I was so tired that I actually took a nap...a nap...during game 5, of the NBA finals between my team the Celtics and the Lakers! I never take a nap!!! So I think this is my body's cry for a good night's sleep and I'm off to give it to her!

Will keep you posted on the truffle adventure!

PS: did spell check...delish isn't a word....oh well.