Just in case you're wondering, it turns out that buying a Victorian house situated in a city two hours' drive away and in the space of two months running up to Christmas, when you're up against inflexible deadlines of jobs starting and applications for school places, is just a teensy bit stressful. And that's not to mention paperwork-free knock-throughs, potentially porous roofs and building insurance traumas. As if the festive period wasn't expensive enough as it is...
Still, job done. Finally, at the age of nearly 40, we are homeowners. Do we qualify as Proper Adults now?
There's no sigh of relief or relaxing just yet, though, what with the horrors of the actual move yet to come...
Sunday, December 25, 2016
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