Over the last couple of days, I’ve put a lot of thought into where we want to move to.
The house, the area and the price.
Today, I spent a bit of time trawling through Rightmove looking for the perfect house.
I expanded my search a little wider than usual, both in terms of price and area. And suddenly, staring back at me was my ideal house.
Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. It needs a lot of work and the price was a lot higher than I’d been hoping for, although still in our price bracket.
But what it has got is absolutely bags of potential. The house itself has plenty of space for us all, plus a self-contained annexe that we could rent out.
The whole interior needs an awful lot of work, but that would just mean that we could make it our own.
Outside, there is a workshop and garage which would be perfect for me to work in. There is also land that is crying out for a little development.
Best of all though, it is in the most beautiful area of countryside you could imagine, and near to a lovely school.
Throughout the house hunting process, I’ve found a few houses that I didn’t hate. There really hasn’t been anything that I’ve loved.
As soon as I saw this one, I was certain it was the right house for us. I sent the link to my husband and by the time I’d pressed send, I was on the phone to the estate agent.
While I waited for them to answer the phone, I was imagining which rooms we’d all have, how we’d decorate it and what I’d do with the workshops.
I thought we could rent the annex out cheaply to my sister and her boyfriend for a while if they wanted to get out of home.
We’d probably get planning permission for the little area of development first, to free up a bit of cash to do up the house.
I’d have a farmhouse kitchen, an en-suite master bedroom with a dressing room and a huge bathroom with a Jacuzzi bath.
Outside, we’d have a lot of lawn for the girls to play on. We’d have a trampoline in the garden and a proper swing, slide and climbing frame.
There would be trees so that the girls could grow up building dens like I did. I’d be happy to hire a gardener until I had time to manage the garden myself.
The telephone conversation with the estate agent went something like this:
Ring ring, ring ring.
Hello, this is Rebecca at Shatters Your Dreams Estate Agents, how can I help you?
Hi Rebecca, I’m phoning about the beautiful house you’re selling at gorgeous street, dream town.
Rebecca: Ah yes, that is a lovely house, I really like it. It’s sold.
Me: Great, when can I look arou… sorry, what???? Sold to who? I’ve only just pressed send on the email, my husband can’t have bought it yet.
Rebecca: We might have something else similar, can I tempt you with the house we’ve got on crappy road, arse avenue in scum town?
Me: Yeah, thanks that sounds great, when can I see it?