'So, you were going to see the renovation project on Tuesday, weren't you?' I hear you say. 'What happened?'
I shall tell you - nothing. Not a sausage. Or not a bean if want a vegetarian option, which I would because there aren't enough of those at the best of times.
We didn't go. We cancelled the appointment. We had been doing a bit of digging and delving, you see. Unearthed a lot of 'issues' surrounding the VERY prolongued planning history. Things like 'awkward neighbours' and 'specialist underpinning' kept popping up. 'Substantial cracks' was another. And 'adequate foundations?' delivered in a sinister, rhetorical tone. Hmmmm...this has been a project going on for over 14 years, many of which seemed to be spent crashing into insurmountable blockages and dead ends. I developed a quiet admiration for the current owner's tenacity. Well, tenacity or stupidity. My initial and, as it turns out, unfounded excitement had the life squeeeeeeeezed out of it over the space of two days and I sent a quiet email to the agents saying, 'Thanks, but no thanks,' and felt a bit deflated but a little relieved at the same time. And I also developed an over-riding feeling that I may be losing my tiny little over-heated marbles. I need to CALM down, I told myself. I hope I listened.
Anyway, we are still focused on Barn Number 1. In our minds we are moved in and planting carrots. I am trying to ignore feelings that the owners might be sluggish about getting themselves moved; after all, my feelings during this house move have proven way off kilter so far. And whilst we wait to get the mortgage sorted out (Monday) we have distracted ourselves by lining up a couple of alternative houses to go and have a look at 'just in case.'
One is in the area of a house we looked at two and a half weeks ago. Bizarrely, it is a spitting image of the drawings Andy does of the fictional Much Malarkey Manor. It ticks the detached box and is currently being run as a smallholding. The owners, according to the sales blurb, also rent some land from the neighbouring farmer to graze their flock of sheep. The sheep feature heavily in the brochure details. I don't know if they are included in the sale.
The other option is also detached. It is not in Shropshire. It is on the edge of the Derbyshire Peak District. The views, as you can imagine, are amazing. Actually, it is a house that we picked up on right at the start of our house search and Andy was very keen on it. I wasn't so much - don't know why - because revisiting it now I am thinking, yes, I like the look of this house. I need to be guided by Andy. He is being the true tour de force of this move. He is steering the tandem of adventure and I just need to sit on the back seat, keep my head down and keep peddling. Maybe make the sandwiches.
And we've also been reconsidering one of the five houses we've already viewed - Damson Cottage. Just to keep our options open.
Meanwhile, we keep on with 'Project Clear Out.' The house feels lighter and brighter, like it is breathing a sigh of relief. Andy said, 'P'raps we ought to pretend we are moving house every year, once we have moved.' Perhaps we should. It has certainly been a mind-clearing experience, along with all the practical benefits of course.
Gorgeous weather today, this last day of March. Hope you had a sunny day where you are, too.