Things have been quiet here for various reasons. In amongst all the cooking and prep I’ve done in my kitchen for my business, I’ve been regularly transforming our kitchen into something that resembles a photo shoot from Country Living Magazine. Yes, we’re selling up…and have been for the last 18months. The life plans are on hold.
You wouldn’t believe how quickly your passion for cooking can be obliterated when your kitchen is sparkly clean and the majority of the useful stuff has been hidden away to make the place look uncluttered. Who knew that hiding stuff in the washing machine / cooker / microwave would provide so much space?
In these austerity times bijou 18th century cottages are a rather niche market. I’ve lost count how many potential buyers have walked through the door, claim to have fallen in love with its period features, charm and location then end up buying a tiny soulless new build in a postcode I wouldn’t even let my worst enemy live in. They then want us to price buy klonopin 2mg match, erm, bugger off. Thankfully our newest Estate Agent (who we’ve been with since the beginning of the year) is brilliant and trying their best. As for the Estate Agent we had for the first 12 months…ahem.
The housing market is dire. When we bought the cottage 8 years ago the property market was booming. We fought off other people to buy it. That was also the time when they were offering stupid mortgages. I remember being offered a 115% mortgage in one place. Thankfully we were sensible and saved a hefty deposit which means we’re not as screwed as some people are right now.
So there we have it. Some times being an adult is rubbish, but I try to remember that there are people in a worse situation than us. We can still pay the mortgage, we have lovely neighbours and *touchwood* we’re not in negative equity, but putting your whole life on hold physically, mentally and financially for getting on 2 years isn’t great for your soul.