House Hunting

Every time I sit in the garage enjoying a wee pipe, I am greeted with the sight of two bicycles, not ridden in a while, covered with passion fruit vines, leaning against a neglected conservatory. A dry out Christmas tree, lies discarded on the path, hanging on to Christmas past. The dry tree offers hope, there is Hope, it is just hiding. When I say hiding, it is on the right of the photo. Our Christmas tree from last year, still alive and with Christmas just around the corner of the conservatory, we are all much encouraged.

This is the first growing tree that has survived the year. The insane amount of tree just cut and used for Christmas does worry me, so that is why we always buy a growing tree.

A search for a new house, this time to buy and with our limited budget, Athelhampton House was a step too far. Yep, Athelhampton House has been sold for a mere £ 7.4m. A grade I listed building, the interior and exterior would need permission to alter. Not insurmountable but I would let someone else do the paper work.

We have spent many an hour walking around the gardens and the house. Very close to Puddletown and Dorchester.

Back to house hunting, we have seen many, have been disappointed many times and amazed at what people think their house is worth. We will find that house that has that wow factor, I have a feeling it could take a while.

There are certain features we are looking for, a feeling of space, good kitchen, at least 3 bedrooms, a reasonable garden and enough space to park 3 cars. Most importantly, we have been warned not to have a window from the hallway that might look into the bedroom. It is an Australian thing.

Australian are different, they do not have a window into their bedrooms from the hall way. Australians are always naked in the bedroom and if someone comes to visit they will be naked in the bedroom and the visitors will see them, naked.
Someone suggested a window from the hallway looking into the bedroom for more light.
‘No ways, what happens if you naked in the bedroom?’ Was the cry from an Australian expert in this field of Windows from the hall to a bedroom.
I think it was a question, but then Angela could probably enlighten me on the significant of why the Australians are always naked in the bedroom.
Now I am not averse to being naked in the bedroom, such fun but seriously you have to dress somewhere and your bedroom seems to me to be the sensible place to do that. One does many things naked in the bedroom and dressing is one of them, others are more about undressing than dressing.