Well now - phew! Mortgage sorted. Nuff said. Himself and moi celebrated with a cuppa and some cake and a sigh of relief at the tea shop and came home to phone various solicitors and estate agents with updates about surveys 'n' paperwork 'n' stuff. And I set about the task of getting some quotations from removal companies - two surveys booked and one done over the phone which made me feel like the guy was casing the joint - 'Got any computers? Laptops?' - ready for a burglary. Shan't be employing THAT company, that's for sure.
And we have started daydreaming about our garden because hopefully we shall be in our new home in early summer.
'That means we can plant some veg,' said I. 'Carrots, some greens. Bit of salad. Maybe some new potatoes for Christmas...'
I tell you, exciting isn't the word for it!
Tentatively, then, here are some photos of our new garden-in-waiting.They were taken last summer...
And then looking back towards the house...
And the view from one of the kitchen windows and our bedroom window...
Do you know what I like? All the green! The grass!! The trees!!!
And that stone outbuilding is what we've got lined up to be our art studio. Andy reckons he is going to get his Dad down for a weekend with his angle-grinder to put in a bigger window. I am not sure that's a wholly good idea given the accident-prone gene that runs in the family.
What you can't see are the veg beds already in situ and the place where the current owners kept chickens. We didn't like to ask what had happened to the chickens but the housing space looked good.
So, there you go. Our garden-to-be! I can barely contain my excitement at being let loose amongst it all to have a proper explore of all the plants that are there.