Sunday, 7 April 2013

Moving

So we finally exchanged contracts on the house of my dreams.  (If I can't have Leeds Castle) It happens to be a 1930s terraced council house.  We have 3x as much garden if not more, than we had before. We have a room bigger than a shoebox for Calfy when she requires it. We have a fire. We have a converted loft. And, ...wait for it,.... 3 loos!   It's a castle I tell you.  And it's ours on Friday. 

The last six months have brought it home to me that THIS is the real problem, however hard Osborne dreams of a new housing boom.