Grandma’s house. But Grandma was dead, that house was now mine.
It wasn’t set in the village, wasn’t easily accessible. It sat at the end of an overgrown footpath, all nettles and thistles and brambles. Grandma’s goat had kept it clear, but that goat had long-since died.
All of which presented a problem.
If I was to live in it, I’d need water laid on, and sewerage, and electric. I’d need some way for deliveries to reach me. And it would take more than a goat to clear that path.
Maybe if I advertised some kindly person with the right equipment might volunteer?