This weekend was all rain and mud and puddles that tiny pink boots needed to stomp through. Excitingly enough we may have found a house to place an offer on.
On Saturday morning we walked through a little shambley rambley weatherboard cottage and fell in love. The place was built 1950s and really hasn’t had a lot done to it over the years – unfortunately the kitchen and the bathroom are in no great shape, one of the four bedrooms remains unfinished and unlined and the bedrooms are a little small but the huge garden and the light and its back verandah and the peaceful feeling we got wandering through made us agree that it could be ours. I can see us being happy there for years and years. Our friend who is a builder is going to look through it next weekend for us to make sure it isn’t full of white ants, or falling off its stumps or needing a new roof or anything major and expensive and scary. The encouraging thing is that we’ve now found one within our price range that we really liked so if we miss out on this one, there is sure to be another. I am trying not to get too excited about this one as it can be too heartbreaking if we miss out.