A Moving Story

When you've lived somewhere for 7 years or more you become quite attached to the red bricks, the white-painted render, the low pitched roof and the gravel driveway where your cars sit on display to the oggling passers-by.

And yet, when the time comes, the two-bedroomed bungalow, with it's almost courtyard style back garden, hemmed in by brickwork & high hedges, becomes too small for even those desperate notions of expansion - why lose your small patch of lawn to expand your living quarters when, for only another ten grand, you can get another two rooms and another floor?

And that's just what happened. "Kept under one's hat" whilst the deal was sealed, there is now a cacophony of boxes to negotiate, less avoid for the last few weeks. Super Nintendo games and boxes of PC parts & data cables in the bathroom: bizarre! But they will take their place on the truck and find their way to a new home, with 40 year old wiring and 1964's kitchen, but it will be a nice project and a great home.

But why oh why do I need 3 bedrooms, I hear you ask, when just 1 and a studio have served me well all these years?

Farewell bungalow.

Hello House.

So if I am incommunicado for a few days, you'll know why ;)