We had a family conference the other day after I complained about the grass around our house starting to grow out of control, that it's been too wet to cut for a fortnight and, in any case, the mower has had to go in for a gold-plated service and who knows when it will be back.
It didn't take long before the discussion broadened into thinking about our long-term future in this house. Dilston was bought with the intention that Jamie would eventually build his dream home here. Of course, there's been a lot of water under the bridge since then: Jamie has married and the idea of them building a new house has been permanently shelved.
We enjoy living here, we like the wildlife coming around but it is a long way from town and we see ourselves as essentially city people. It's also very limiting in size and we can't ever have friends or family coming to stay for a few days. Clearly, it will become increasingly harder for me to maintain the place so a decision was made that we will sell the Dilston property and find something more suitable for Marilyn and me. It's not a run-of-the-mill property and we thought it might take 12 months to sell so we agreed that it was a good idea to start the process sooner rather than later.
Jamie rang a local estate agent who came to view the place on Tuesday afternoon, a sign appeared on the front lawn on Wednesday morning, a photographer arrived to take publicity shots on Thursday morning and a drone flew around taking the aerial view, and two separate people arrived for viewing on Thursday afternoon. It's not even on the agent's website yet!
Of the two who viewed yesterday, one is talking to a builder-friend to see how hard it would be to extend the house, and the other has taken a copy of the contract away to think about it. We thought we had twelve months to prepare for this but we could be homeless in a matter of weeks.
It's just one more thing to worry about.
It didn't take long before the discussion broadened into thinking about our long-term future in this house. Dilston was bought with the intention that Jamie would eventually build his dream home here. Of course, there's been a lot of water under the bridge since then: Jamie has married and the idea of them building a new house has been permanently shelved.
We enjoy living here, we like the wildlife coming around but it is a long way from town and we see ourselves as essentially city people. It's also very limiting in size and we can't ever have friends or family coming to stay for a few days. Clearly, it will become increasingly harder for me to maintain the place so a decision was made that we will sell the Dilston property and find something more suitable for Marilyn and me. It's not a run-of-the-mill property and we thought it might take 12 months to sell so we agreed that it was a good idea to start the process sooner rather than later.
Jamie rang a local estate agent who came to view the place on Tuesday afternoon, a sign appeared on the front lawn on Wednesday morning, a photographer arrived to take publicity shots on Thursday morning and a drone flew around taking the aerial view, and two separate people arrived for viewing on Thursday afternoon. It's not even on the agent's website yet!
Of the two who viewed yesterday, one is talking to a builder-friend to see how hard it would be to extend the house, and the other has taken a copy of the contract away to think about it. We thought we had twelve months to prepare for this but we could be homeless in a matter of weeks.
It's just one more thing to worry about.
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