Following a recent enquiry from a kindly soul into my well-being ("are you still alive then or what?"), I write to report that we have been rather busy the last few weeks getting ready to return to Chez Nook. After seven months of rented accomodation and watching my wife duff up the builders on a daily basis, the time has come.
We're all very excited, obviously, but I thought I would pass on what I have learned from this process, and it is this: rented accomodation sucks. Nothing works, the budget for maintenance is about 3 quid a year and all the neighbours think we have come straight from a bail hostel. I shall be glad to be gone from this road.
