Never move house just before you have a holiday. We have just returned from a 16 night camping holiday to our "new" house, and it just feels so strange; after all, we had only spent 13 nights here before the holiday, so we didn't really know what it was like to live in this house after spending so long restoring it. We came inside and walked around admiring the handiwork as though we had never seen it before! Do we actually live here now? We own it, it's all ours! We had even forgotten where things were - which drawer contained the cling film in the kitchen; more importantly, where was my clean underwear? I didn't realise how bad it was until Jane came home tonight and asked why there was so much stuff in the sink. "Have you forgotten that we now have a dishwasher again?" Or is that just my age?
Apart from my memory, the other trouble now is motivation. For the last nine months I have been working to a plan (sort of) which basically was to do all the necessary things so that we could move in. Having achieved that, I now have serious problems in personal motivation and prioritization. There is so much to do in the house, quite apart from our plan to re-build the brick extension (which is about to fall down) and sort out the garden/drive. I can see why people talk about taking ten or more years on their period property renovation, so I must stick with the weekly lists of tasks and make sure that I achieve what I aim for each week. There are also loads of boxes containing the assorted miscellanea of 37 years of marriage, and for once I do not have a storeroom or garage to hide them in; in fact, I don't even have a store for my tools which are now getting in the way.
The good news is that we have submitted our revised planning application for the brick extension and conservatory; my aim is to start the repair of the existing building in September (for which we don't need planning permission) and hope that the full approval is forthcoming soon after. However, after previous encounters, I am not counting any chickens as far as the council are concerned!
This is the story of the purchase and renovation of Matthew & Jane's house somewhere in the heart of England, following Matthew’s redundancy in 2010 at the age of 58. Said to be from c.1835, we first saw it in Aug 2010. It had been empty for only a few weeks but was pretty awful due to dampness and long term neglect. Locals thought it had been uninhabited for years and was only fit for demolition! But we bought it anyway and moved in after 8 months work in July 2011.
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