Saturday, 13 January 2018
Christmas is over, the girls have gone their separate ways, and Paul and I are planning. We are consummate planners. We will spend the next week or so getting the coach house into tip top, gleaming condition before we invite the estate agent round to take photographs. We have ordered a carpet cleaner today to deal with doggy paw prints and I have bought some expensive luxury infuser reeds today to disguise any doggy odours. I’ll hide Rick in the wardrobe while people are viewing.
We have started to compile a short list of desirable properties although we will not view anything until this place is under offer. This is proving to be more difficult than we had anticipated. There is a very hard realisation that we are getting older and we need to be practical about our house choice. We found a beautiful cottage in Ross-on-Wye with amazing views but I’m not sure a mobility scooter would cope with the steep forest track in future years. Another Georgian farmhouse had a superb garden but we really don’t need five bedrooms and it was situated near to a busy road. I thought I had found the perfect bungalow overlooking a canal until we discovered the village is liable to flood in winter; I would be so anxious every time it rained. But I really want something that I can love and the sensible, boxy bungalows don’t do it for me. The other difficulty is finding a plot big enough to suit Paul’s gardening needs. I often find the ‘perfect’ house but the garden will be too small.
So the search continues and in the meantime I must start cleaning my windows and making sure everything is shipshape.