Now that the house is sold, barely husband and I have both been looking for a place.
I know what I want, where I want it and I won’t be swayed.
He said I was aiming too high. I don’t think so. I am not settling for the bare minimum. I don’t want a crammed up space where I am going to be unhappy.
I have my own money, I can afford it and I want my daughter to be comfortable. I want space to have family and friends over without having to pile everyone on the floor.
Most of all, I don’t plan on moving again anytime soon. He’s already thinking about it.
He viewed a few properties and he set his heart on an apartment in a converted Georgian Mansion. Like him, I find the high ceiling and the period features enchanting but you can’t forget the issues that come with a Grade II listed building.
Leaky windows, uneven floors and the millions of rules and regulations you have to follow because you can’t change much.
He asked me to view it and give him and opinion. I went there this weekend. It is a stunning property but I had to draw his attention to the PVC floor in the kitchen and bathroom because the floor was far from level. I had to show his the thin plastic sheets sellotaped to the windows in a DIY attempt to stop the cold air draft. I had to point out that the ceiling may need some sort of restoration which will be costly.
And for someone who’s already thinking of moving, the location or style do not make it an easy sell.
That’s after I gave him a lesson on leasehold properties (almost all UK flats are leasehold) and the need to check the contract terms carefully to avoid groud or extortionate service charges.
Why do I do that? Because I don’t want him to screw up. That would affect Raven and I would hate that.