Meaning you wait ages for one to come and then three come along all at once.
It's been a week since I've posted but what a busy week.
It started with us buying a new house, somewhat unexpectedly.
By which I mean to say that - to cut a long story short - after moving bush (i.e, to the countryside, the hinterland, the sticks) for a year in 2001, we moved back into town the following year. In just twelve months city prices had almost doubled; so we bought a house two suburbs north of our previous domain. Since then we had kept a casual eye on the market, not seriously expecting to make a move back into our old territory since prices had remained inflated.
Until last Saturday. A house in the very same street - a tiny cul-de-sac of just ten houses - we moved from in 2001 came on the market for what looked like a bargain price. I was sceptical and thought that competition at the auction would push the price up; however, I was the only bidder at the auction and the executors had to sell on the day.
So we will be moving within six weeks or so.
The house, a cute white 1940s bungalow, is two doors from our previous house in the street. Which means our neighbour - a dear old lady - on one side then will be our neighbour on the other. And she still has her old dog and her old parrot. Plus another dog and another parrot.
It's been a week since I've posted but what a busy week.
It started with us buying a new house, somewhat unexpectedly.
By which I mean to say that - to cut a long story short - after moving bush (i.e, to the countryside, the hinterland, the sticks) for a year in 2001, we moved back into town the following year. In just twelve months city prices had almost doubled; so we bought a house two suburbs north of our previous domain. Since then we had kept a casual eye on the market, not seriously expecting to make a move back into our old territory since prices had remained inflated.
Until last Saturday. A house in the very same street - a tiny cul-de-sac of just ten houses - we moved from in 2001 came on the market for what looked like a bargain price. I was sceptical and thought that competition at the auction would push the price up; however, I was the only bidder at the auction and the executors had to sell on the day.
So we will be moving within six weeks or so.
The house, a cute white 1940s bungalow, is two doors from our previous house in the street. Which means our neighbour - a dear old lady - on one side then will be our neighbour on the other. And she still has her old dog and her old parrot. Plus another dog and another parrot.
he he he
ReplyDeleteA dog and a parrot.
And another dog and another parrot.
For some reason I find that incedibly funny.
Congratulations on the move!
ReplyDeleteThough I don't envy the actual moving part, I envy the white 1940's bungalow.
We used to live in a tiny little on and it was fabulous.
I miss it.
It sounde like a dream! A wonderful dream that couldn't possibly be true. And yet it is....
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