Well, as impromptu holidays go, that was very awesome. The OH can certainly manage to pull off some amazing stunts, including doing my packing, which came as quite a surprise to both of us. Especially since now he is likely to end up doing it every time we go away. But the holiday wasn’t in the village, so I won’t bore you with details, except to say that there was Sunshine!
So, back we are in our rainy/cold/dreary village and naturally the first thing I need to do is catch up on the gossip. Easier said than done. A quick walk around the village revealed that most people seem to pick Monday afternoon to do their shopping (memo to self: never go supermarket shopping on a Monday afternoon). However, I did notice that the estate agents around here have been busy. There are two more ‘For Sale’ signs up on houses on the main road through the village, and, more interestingly, a ‘Sold’ sign on rambling/crumbling Reed House, which has been up for sale ever since its former owner died about two years ago. Given the current precarious state of the country’s economy, I can only assume that an offer was made and accepted that bore no relation to the original asking price. It was a lovely looking house on the outside, but I gather that it hasn’t been redecorated since 1962, there’s only one bathroom and the garden looks as though someone had applied for a licence as a nettle-farmer. Which would have been ironic, since it used to be a farmhouse until the land was all sold off and became the modern housing estate that makes up most of the village now. I had half-expected to see it featured on ‘Homes Under the Hammer’ or similar, assuming anyone wanted to take on such a project. Even getting a skip up the track that masquerades as ‘Field Lane’ will be a challenge. Still, it’s back to the laundry and watch this space!