Family life and as ever a lack of funds mean't we spent five years renovating whilst adding two more boys to our chaotic household - who else has hubbie and father fitting windows on Christmas eve whilst they are out doing their Christmas shopping I ask. Sam, no 3, arrived the same week as our kitchen. I remember well answering the door to our range cooker delivery guy to be met with a look of horror when he clocked my extended belly and realised he was on his own getting this one into place. He finally left me with it wedged in the hallway blocking off access to half of my house till dearest hubbie returned from work and shifted it. I was not impressed. I was impressed however by the efficient arrival of dishwasher next day which was promptly plumbed in by my dad in time for my return from hospital after the new arrival. Unfortunately his fitting of the bath previously had been less prompt and a mess up by B&Q led to 3 months of being bathless at the beginning of that pregnancy. Another lesson learn't, do not remove sole bath in house unless in full possession of replacement! It was a lovely house but with the addition of no 4, Elliot, the upstairs proved too small, the third bedroom 7x7, a tad snug to fit two growing boys. I still miss the spacious lower floor, with its vast kitchen,once sitting room, and its spacious reception rooms and entrance hall, the perfect place for our much travelled and battered but well loved family heirloom piano. We even managed to squeeze in a snug guest room with ensuite shower in part of the old kitchen.
This house took a year to sell. Fortuitous because Mike changed jobs and the planned move within the village turned into a necessary move to Gloucestershire. Timing is all and within two weeks of him getting the job we got and offer on the house. Allowing us to buy .....
The house I loved,