The house next door sold at auction on Friday. 75k. 10k more than the guide price but less than it was originally on the market for and more or less what the guide price was for the original auction.
It's been bought by a developer. I nearly said speculator -- and I think that might be what he is beginning to think he is. It appears that he didn't actually look at the inside of the house before he bought it. According to The Builder, who has been chatting with him over the fence(!), the inside is in something of a parlous state and is much, much worse than he expected it to be.
Anyway. The finger crossing. In the course of conversation yesterday, The Speculator happened to mention that the garden was somewhat big. Very big really. Quite enormously big. The Builder said that we had enquired of the repossession people whether we could buy back the bit behind our fence but had had no response. The Speculator's ears pricked up. Might we be interested? Well of course; if the price is right. How about if he just ran a fence along from where our fence ends and give his house a tiny garden and us a huge big L-shaped garden? Absolutely; if the price is right. So he has gone off to talk to his surveyor and lawyer and whatever. We do not know what a fair price would be. But you need to keep your fingers and toes crossed. We would dearly like that piece of land. If the price is right!
Continuing on the garden theme, The Builder has been working very hard out there. He's started the brick paving up from the back fence, so the first box doesn't start to move about -- or fall about! He's made a second box. He's dismantled the first part of the breeze block raised bad and transferred the soil into the first wooden box. He's started knocking down the wee little wall in front of the shed. It's all coming on remarkably well.
And today is a simply stunning day. The clocks went back this morning and we had an hour or so sat in bed, drinking tea and watching the view out the bedroom window, bathed in sunlight. It's only a part view, because it's cut off by the bathroom wall. But we could see the sheep in the field, ambling about. We could see huge seagulls flying about the ponds at the sewage works. There were loads and loads of birds, including some blue tits flitting about between our place and Steve and Debbie's place, hovering around air vents and on the guttering and on the hooks for the hanging baskets and things. The trees are slowly starting to change colour, so you get a lovely multi-coloured display among the trees heading up the valley. It was all very pleasant. Then I had to get up and get ready for work.
The Builder is not working this weekend. He's carrying on with the garden. And keeping a weather eye out. I've hung the washing on the line!!
I've been lunching a bit this last week. I had lunch, on a whim, with Richard on Thursday. We went to 230, 0r 228 or whatever the number is of the restaurant where the Blue Moon used to be. Had a lovely chicken and bacon salad and raspberry and cranberry juice. On Friday I met Freyja in the re-located Blue Moon and had sweet potatoes stewed in a cream sauce with loads of salad. There were almonds in the salad!!!!! Ate loads before I realised. Didn't have a reaction, though. I'm beginning to think that the almond allergy might have passed. Not sure about the coconut one -- I wouldn't be astonished to learn that there was coconut milk in the cream sauce; couldn’t taste it but it had that sort of texture, if you see what I mean. However, the rest of the tree nut allergy definitely has not passed. Cashews are a menace!!
Freyja brought me a present. It's a frantaniastic knitted multi-coloured winter hat. It's wonderful! Freyja seemed to be in good cheer. Think it must have been her vegetable stew!
As I left Freyja and headed back to the Adsetts Centre I realised that there was a market on Fargate. Wandered down to see what it was. It was the craft market. I had forgotten it was due this weekend. I had a lovely few minutes pootling about looking at things. Some rather lovely things. Including a beautiful, soft, cuddly purple and other coloured poncho. Tibetan, it is alleged. Stroked it. Cuddled it. Wanted it. Not too bad a price – only £15. But I only had £5 in my wallet. Sigh. Aha – but there is a bank just over there. Big grin. Went to the bank, came back to the stall and I am now the proud owner of a soft, soft, snuggly Tibetan poncho. Waiting for appropriate weather to wear it.
Won’t be today. I’ve just been outside. It’s still, sunny, blue skied and about 19d
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