Now I'm beginning to feel rather greedy regarding rain and really i feel we should be sharing it with Australia or the Gobi desert.....
We've been lucky this year as we went to Brittany for 3 weeks and saw the sun. I've only seen the sun three times since and with more rain on the horizon and it expected to be torrential today there is only one thing that might make a difference.
I have declared it is the grand lighting of the Aga day....if it will lite, a sauna like kitchen is bound to bring out a late autumn swelter in the sunshine department.
Anyway I'm fed up of salads, time for some rich creamy soups and curry.
In all fairness it's very nice of me to declare the lighting of the Aga but it will be a long day of toil, soot, oil, swearing, heavy lifting, singed eyebrows and more swearing for Mr H.
Consequently Mr H is all together less happy about my declaration.
Friday, 5 September 2008
Thursday, 4 September 2008
11 years old and big school
Friday today and the first week in big school is taking it's toll.
Little ninja bouncing Tigger is wandering around in a daze, complete with PJ's and sleepy eyes.
The breakfast spoon seems heavier than usual and his normal superspeed reflexes and quick repartee is missing.
Simple questions such as wholemeal or white rolls in your packed lunch? tax his almost dormant thinking.
I can see he is going to need a lot of help or he will have a detention for not having his tie, a detention for not having his PE kit and a detention for leaving his books at home....something will have to give.
Big D finds his rucksack and packs his lunch for him, Beth helps him with his tie, berrating him continuously as she does so, threatening much earlier bed times next week if he's going to make them all late for school.....I'm beginning to think i'm redundant as a mother!
I find his kit for games and little D finds his trainers.
Branny finds an envelope to hold money and a permission slip for a rugby trip and Mr H starts the van and beeps the horn urgently.
As they pour out the door, little ninja Tigger declares he doesn't want to be a big ninja Tigger!
Growing up, responsibilities....i feel for him.
Little ninja bouncing Tigger is wandering around in a daze, complete with PJ's and sleepy eyes.
The breakfast spoon seems heavier than usual and his normal superspeed reflexes and quick repartee is missing.
Simple questions such as wholemeal or white rolls in your packed lunch? tax his almost dormant thinking.
I can see he is going to need a lot of help or he will have a detention for not having his tie, a detention for not having his PE kit and a detention for leaving his books at home....something will have to give.
Big D finds his rucksack and packs his lunch for him, Beth helps him with his tie, berrating him continuously as she does so, threatening much earlier bed times next week if he's going to make them all late for school.....I'm beginning to think i'm redundant as a mother!
I find his kit for games and little D finds his trainers.
Branny finds an envelope to hold money and a permission slip for a rugby trip and Mr H starts the van and beeps the horn urgently.
As they pour out the door, little ninja Tigger declares he doesn't want to be a big ninja Tigger!
Growing up, responsibilities....i feel for him.
Looks like it's red gooey stuff in a very hot place without any darlings with wings or trumpets!
At last we have gone to see the house for real.
Now I know all about travellers, hippies and eco warriors and being a positive person I thought I'd prepared myself for mayhem.
I often joke that i live with a bloke that hasn't decided whether his hero is Steptoe or Dell boy from Only Fools and Horses.
Bearing in mind we often as human beings model ourselves on who we admire....be very very sorry for me!
No one and I repeat no one could have prepared themselves for the property or the vendor we saw today.
He described himself as a wizard, but surely even wizards have to touch down occasionally with reality.
Flying away on his magic carpet he showed us where we could put a geodeasic dome, where he had put his sauna, complete with nudes on the wall and a massage bed....knocking shop or what?
We could put a tarp over an outbuilding and rent it out to the local council...the fact it had no water, sewarage, electricity seemed to have passed him by.
Wave his magic wand!
The outbuilding had full planning permission for conversion to residential....residential what?
The roof was a combination of wood tin and perspexe and the homemade staircase was a deathtrap!
Mr H was very keen i go and look....silly man he's the one with a will!
The main house, a typical Pembrokeshire house probably dating back to the early 1800's was delightful from the outside....inside I'm not sure what is holding up the kitchen/dining room which is on the first floor.
I love the steps and balcony leading from the outside,through beautiful french doors into the kitchen....i can see Mr H and I having morning coffee there in the early spring sunshine....after all it will probably be too wet the rest of the year!
Two large sycamore trees are to the rear of the property, complete with tree house platforms and rickety steps....Perhaps i should get the kids to write wills?....and to the south a large pond with an island and a man Friday hamock.
All i need now is a man Friday!....Calling Mr H!
The mad vendor maybe a wizard after all becaue i am enchanted. I leave Mr H to haggle while i sit in a dubiously constructed deckchair in the rain thinking...Heaven!
Now I know all about travellers, hippies and eco warriors and being a positive person I thought I'd prepared myself for mayhem.
I often joke that i live with a bloke that hasn't decided whether his hero is Steptoe or Dell boy from Only Fools and Horses.
Bearing in mind we often as human beings model ourselves on who we admire....be very very sorry for me!
No one and I repeat no one could have prepared themselves for the property or the vendor we saw today.
He described himself as a wizard, but surely even wizards have to touch down occasionally with reality.
Flying away on his magic carpet he showed us where we could put a geodeasic dome, where he had put his sauna, complete with nudes on the wall and a massage bed....knocking shop or what?
We could put a tarp over an outbuilding and rent it out to the local council...the fact it had no water, sewarage, electricity seemed to have passed him by.
Wave his magic wand!
The outbuilding had full planning permission for conversion to residential....residential what?
The roof was a combination of wood tin and perspexe and the homemade staircase was a deathtrap!
Mr H was very keen i go and look....silly man he's the one with a will!
The main house, a typical Pembrokeshire house probably dating back to the early 1800's was delightful from the outside....inside I'm not sure what is holding up the kitchen/dining room which is on the first floor.
I love the steps and balcony leading from the outside,through beautiful french doors into the kitchen....i can see Mr H and I having morning coffee there in the early spring sunshine....after all it will probably be too wet the rest of the year!
Two large sycamore trees are to the rear of the property, complete with tree house platforms and rickety steps....Perhaps i should get the kids to write wills?....and to the south a large pond with an island and a man Friday hamock.
All i need now is a man Friday!....Calling Mr H!
The mad vendor maybe a wizard after all becaue i am enchanted. I leave Mr H to haggle while i sit in a dubiously constructed deckchair in the rain thinking...Heaven!
Wednesday, 3 September 2008
To sell ..To buy....Both but which?
Ah the joys of selling a house are as nothing compared with the joys of buying a house!
Harangued and under siege by estate agents from all directions, buyers, sellers and the kids all wanting to know where we will be living at Christmas.
I'm a pretty untidy person, but i am organized....everything I've tidied up for a viewing is in a cupboard, chest of drawers, under the bed or in the van.
Have you seen....? is a common question asked of me.
Where is....? is another.
Under the stairs? In a cupboard? Under a bed? In the van? is a more common answer.
It was funny when the viewers opened the door to the under stairs cupboard and were bombarded by an avalanche of sleeping bags unpaired socks and t shirts.
It is with great delight that i can now return the favour and know that someone has frantically been tidying up, dressing rooms and hoovering the carpets.
Houses with windows opened when it's windy and wet are damp and those smelling of perfume and patchouli oil have pets or kids who wee the bed.
There is something voyeuristic about looking around someones house and it's very difficult not to make some sweeping judgements.
We went to view a house and partly renovated cottage this morning...It looked sad, abandoned and overgrown.
The cottage looked as if a chaotic magician had started some spells and had got distracted halfway through.
Later, after much digging around on the Internet we discovered the chap had indeed thought himself a bit of a wizard.
I just know that is where we will end up living....Mr H was enchanted.
I am far less susceptible to magical influences and thought..."deep red gooey liquid in a very hot place!".....work it out!
On the way home, we received a call from an estate agent we are not even looking at houses with or is selling ours to ask us had we put an offer on another house that she had on her books.
Indeed we had.....and she informed us that there was likely to be an acceptance of the offer. So now we are in hiding, awaiting to see if an offer will be accepted on the magicians property before we make a decision.
Meanwhile the buyer ai champing at the bit.
Life is never dull living with Mr H.
Harangued and under siege by estate agents from all directions, buyers, sellers and the kids all wanting to know where we will be living at Christmas.
I'm a pretty untidy person, but i am organized....everything I've tidied up for a viewing is in a cupboard, chest of drawers, under the bed or in the van.
Have you seen....? is a common question asked of me.
Where is....? is another.
Under the stairs? In a cupboard? Under a bed? In the van? is a more common answer.
It was funny when the viewers opened the door to the under stairs cupboard and were bombarded by an avalanche of sleeping bags unpaired socks and t shirts.
It is with great delight that i can now return the favour and know that someone has frantically been tidying up, dressing rooms and hoovering the carpets.
Houses with windows opened when it's windy and wet are damp and those smelling of perfume and patchouli oil have pets or kids who wee the bed.
There is something voyeuristic about looking around someones house and it's very difficult not to make some sweeping judgements.
We went to view a house and partly renovated cottage this morning...It looked sad, abandoned and overgrown.
The cottage looked as if a chaotic magician had started some spells and had got distracted halfway through.
Later, after much digging around on the Internet we discovered the chap had indeed thought himself a bit of a wizard.
I just know that is where we will end up living....Mr H was enchanted.
I am far less susceptible to magical influences and thought..."deep red gooey liquid in a very hot place!".....work it out!
On the way home, we received a call from an estate agent we are not even looking at houses with or is selling ours to ask us had we put an offer on another house that she had on her books.
Indeed we had.....and she informed us that there was likely to be an acceptance of the offer. So now we are in hiding, awaiting to see if an offer will be accepted on the magicians property before we make a decision.
Meanwhile the buyer ai champing at the bit.
Life is never dull living with Mr H.
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