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?
Or you could sell it!
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True. But then the buyer would face the same problem
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A buyer would take the decision after looking at all the pros and cons. While one who inherits doesn’t have that option.
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But I think the one who inherited wanted to live in her grandma’s house
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😍👍
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Won’t know unless you try!
Lovely little vignette, Crispina.
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Looks like a perfect retreat! 🙂
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Looks inviting. I’d put up with no electric etc. That’s how I spent my summer holidays with grandma.
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Sounds wonderful! 🙂
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Those years were…
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It sounds like the cottage version of money pit. Good description!
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Thank you. But sometimes sentimental value outweighs the cash register 🙂
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So true.
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🙂
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wonderful
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Thank you
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Looks so much inviting.
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It has appeal, that’s for sure.
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That’s a lot of needs for volunteering. Would suggest using youtube and learning new DIY techniques.
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I’ll tell her…
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