A lorry has just reversed into our driveway to take away the skip that has been parked outside for the last two weeks. Will, the electrician, is fitting the lights and electrical sockets in the kitchen. “Do you want cool white, daylight or a warm white setting for your downlighters?”
Hmm, so many decisions to make. I opt for the warm white as it’s probably more flattering to my skin tone when I’m standing beneath them.
It’s hard to believe that a year ago the estate agent rang to arrange a viewing of our house in France. An offer made and accepted and within four weeks we were driving back to the UK with a trailer load of boxes containing our most prized possessions, ready to explore a completely new destination.
|Rick's travelling crate for his trip back to the UK|
|loading the trailer|
We have been living in this quiet Lincolnshire village for almost a year now and we enjoy living here. We have missed the French sunshine and our beautiful old home; this summer’s weather has been disappointing but it is England after all. The greenhouse is full of ripe tomatoes and Paul’s vegetable patch has produced really well.
My new kitchen is almost complete and has transformed this tired bungalow into a modern, contemporary home. A lot has happened in a year. No regrets.