The rub came when the survey threw up subsidence. Hopes of getting in before the birth of no 2 son went out window as it took nearly a year to complete. But complete we did and for a year with a toddler, a baby and an incredibly hardworking and super supportive mother and father ( no more builders for us, once bitten ..) we worked solidly on turning this dated wreck into a modern family home. A year of washing nappies by hand in the bath, stripping, sanding, oh the curse of artex, and painting walls, fitting kitchen and bathroom, replacing some but not all windows ( hate PVC and will always repair where possible), laying floors and cutting back a forest of brambles and weeds to reveal a once beautiful garden.
A year of hard work and doing without but suburbia wasn't for me, I longed for the country, village life. We trawled again but Midland village houses don't come cheap and I felt a yearning to return from whence I'd came. A bargain for sale in a village near my family got us thinking and so one year on after much hard work the for sale board went up and offers were made.
This next sale was long and arduous as only the British system can be. We lost buyers we lost sellers and once again we ended up camping out in my thankfully selfless parents abode. This time myself husband, two toddlers, one cat and a thankfully not pregnant dog but 9 months later we moved rather conveniently next door to this our 3rd renovation.
Google again and not our renovations this time.
The new buyers extended over the garage,