It’s official. The house we called our happy home for the last fifteen years will soon be looking after a new family. The walls and floors are gleaming, the windows are sparkling and the garden is a riot of glorious winter colour. It looks better than it did when we first bought it – of course I may be biased!
Walking through it yesterday for a final run with a polishing cloth I revisited the good times, the robust debates and the wonderful memories we’ve shared under its roof. I hope all that love and happiness keep the next occupants safe. Some houses make me smile and this has definitely been one of those.