When we showed it to my MiL she said, ' did you ever imagine living in something like this? How lucky you are.'
I always imagined it. Don't we all have dreams of some sort or other. Mine was always to have four children and live in a beautiful house.
Secondly I am not or ever have been lucky. Even at this moment there are things going on my life that cause me pain and unhappiness. The same for everyone I imagine, life is about ups and downs a much used phrase precisely because it is so very true.
But back to my ' old house' getting it has been a culmination of hard work and sacrifice. Starting here
52, Hirwaun Road,
This was our first home, our first project. With my post office savings and a lone from Mike's dad we bought this cottage that cost less than our first car. Property was cheap for the price of this one particular cottage whole rows could be picked up in derelict state. Why this one? Because I loved it, so much prettier from the front but unfortunately google can't take us down that path and allow us to knock the door. My maternal grandmother was born here much visited throughout my childhood with it's town park and boating lake at the end of the road. When we took it on there was a hole in the roof and the toilet was at the end of the garden, no bathroom of course, no heating, no kitchen to speak of. All that we did and it was here we brought home the first of our sons. Sadly too small, after three happy years we had to move on.
To be continued ...