You pootle along through life, and every time you think you've got it sorted, that you know where you are and how the world works, stuff happens. Sometimes it's terrible, but just as often it's wonderful. And sometimes you just need to get it off your chest and rage or celebrate. Join me here as I tell it like it is...
Saturday, August 04, 2007
A little patch of heaven
This is a tiny little Grade II listed cottage in Wales, miles from anywhere, nestling in a lush valley, its grounds bordered by a stream. There is no mobile phone reception and you can't get television. It only has reed bed drainage and open fireplaces, there's no kitchen and it's minuscule, but utterly, utterly perfect.
And we've just had an offer accepted on it! How happy am I? Unfortunately we can't afford to use it for ourselves so we are going to let it out for as much of the year as we can once we've done enough to it to make it attractive for holiday lets. Which is as little as we can, because we don't want it spoiled. We will put in a composting loo and run some radiators off the Rayburn stove and put out loads of books and board games and a stove and a Welsh dresser and people like us will love it! We've been saving bits and pieces for ages against the day when we found the right house, and this is so it! Now I have time to go and cruise antiques sales and bric-a-brac shops to make it irresistible. This little house deserves to be full of paying customers all year round, and the pub and the garage-cum-grocery-store could do with the business.
Please let it all go through! Please, please, please!!
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