Well, despite our high hopes of September, we have not bought the farm back. Martin Wilcock has however persuaded his dad to buy it for him. So we are under no pressure to move out, but we feel that the time has come to do so.
So Lorraine and I have been looking at houses, and have made a "very big" decision. So this Friday we get the keys to our new house. It is in Hindley. It is called Lyndale and it's on Alder Lane.
To say I have butterflies is an understatement. I wish I were busier at work to take my mind off it all, but it's a bit slack there.
The problem with us buying the farm back was that, the Forestry Commission, with whom Lorraine was dealing, were put off buying the rest of the place, by the fact that the Coal Board had placed a hold over the place for the next fifteen years with a view to extracting the coal from just under the surface, so they could not plant any trees. So they bowed out. It turned out for the good after all, because when Banks sold to Martin, they put an extra £40000 on the bill for VAT and another £40000 for access rights over the railway line and across the meadow. Robbery. That would have seen us right off the deal anyway, putting it well out of our reach.
So we have liquidised all our savings to put a deposit on this house and I am paying a mortgage on it that is over half my take home pay. So I only hope I can keep it up.
Before we move in, we need to do some work on the house so we can use it properly, so our moving date is as yet unknown. I'll keep this up to date if I can.
On another tack, I now have to take half a tablet every morning to aid my system in it's production of insulin. It had to come eventually. Life's like that - try explaining that to Lorraine though. You'd think I did it on purpose.
I don't know how long it will be before we move into the new house, but when we do I intend to put a lid on this blog and start a new one called Lyndale. We'll see how far I get with that.
posted by Alan 12:25 PM[edit]