Seven days to sell my house

A late nanna nap and too many cups of tea have me up late and bright-eyed. So I'm sorting out my diary. And realising I have seven days to sell my house. It's not dire! We shan't be tossed out onto the street, but I have signed a contract to buy a house I would like, conditional on the sale of mine within 30 days. And that 30 days is up next Thursday.
Why am I not in a state of panic?
Not sure, really, maybe it has to do with not wanting to sell at all.
I think I do, really I do, but then, it's so much effort to pack and move and resettle. And I'm not sure the new house has somewhere for the chooks.
And I dreamed up a delightful alternative this afternoon.
There's a block of land not far away, cheap, sloping as all get out, clearly no one wants it, but cheap, did I say cheap. I think I'd like to build a pole home. Just a simple three-bedder, timber and Colorbond with a big deck and a big bathtub. And an aubergine kitchen, of course, maybe in mini-orb. I'd probably need a combustion fire, and a loft. And definitely no garages, pools or lawns. I might need to sneak in air conditioning, but will try valiantly to stick to ceiling fans. It's a long walk from the bus stop for the kids, but hey, they're lucky they have shoes.
Of course, there's the slight issue of where we would live during the build. I have a friend with a caravan on her front lawn, but I suspect she won't want our menagerie. Maybe we can house sit? Friendly family with pets seeks home to occupy/care for lovingly during maniacal building phase. Can be trusted to feed animals and clean pools, but not water gardens. But it rains a lot now. And chooks will take care of snails and slugs. Volunteer your home on blog below.