Funny old week.
I put my house on the market about 2 years ago, I fancied living closer to my friends. I'm on the other side of town from where most of my socialising is done. It's not to bad, but it stops me from just popping out for a pint.So my phone rang this week, 'Hello Mr Fenlon, there is a couple who would like to see the house'. I had almost forgot about it being on the market. It was a good excuse to clean the house, not just pick up the big bits and spray with Fabreeze.
So I cleaned to what I call 'Inspection clean', this comes from my army days. I imagine a Sergeant Major is coming to the house to inspect. This gets me going, everything gets cleaned then polished, it's aways great when your finished.
The couple came, spot on time for which I thanked them and they loved the house. Just what they are looking for, but they have to sell their house. I'm not holding my breath.
Number 2.
Number 2, my sister who does not want to be named and does not want to be on the 'net' has a big bungalow just over the River Tyne. I was summoned this week to move bricks and rubbish so her bricky could get on with hard job. I went, I had no golf that day.'Move them to there' she said pointing at about 2 tons of green Cumbrian slate blocks (very expensive stuff) 'and then move all these face bricks over there and bring in the red bricks from the front gate for the bricky'.
I quietly plodded on, dripping with sweat. Number 2 kept the tea coming and I kept working.
After about 3 hours we sat down for a smoke, just a bit of rubbish to clean up, the bricky kept on working.
'We could build a flat up in the roof space and you could live there'. Number 2 dropped the bomb shell, it's a good idea, she has a big bungalow, it would be big. I thought about it. I have been in her attic a few times over the years and it's a big space, and with dormer windows front and back it would almost be as big as hers.
'I want my own front door'.
'Oh yes, stairs running up the side'.
She obviously had given it some thought, she knows loads of people who worked for the 'City Council'. Planners, architects, plumbers, roofers, elecricians the list goes on. It turns out with all the big windows I want and an outside stairs she can get it done for £30k, which was 10K less than I first thought. OOh she can hussle.
Benifits, we can look after one another, she lives within walking distance of a 'Singers Pub', we can share cars, half costs on bills and she can change my nappy when I get older.
Down side, she wants everything doing NOW or sooner, she's an early bird and I'm a night owl, she does not pull her punches, I'm a big target. I write a song, she builds a wall.
It will go-ahead, we like the idea, but...............
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