My Mum moved again…(her 10th move, but she promises that this is the last one)
For as long as I can remember my parents bought houses that needed a bit of love and made them beautiful. It might have been just a lick of paint or it might have been re wiring, re plumbing, build a wall, take down a wall – always a new kitchen and more wooden floors than I care to remember laying!
I’ll give you a quick background story to get you up to speed……
My Dad was in the army when my brother and I were born so we lived in barracks in England and Singapore. Then he left, got a job in the middle East which took him away for three months then home for one until he took early retirement in 1996.
We lived in one house in Kent for about ten years while we went to school, then when I went to college they started the “moving, re doing, selling ” dance and on and on it went. They actually had boxes that they didn’t unpack so they would be ready for the next move!
They moved to Ireland about 16 years ago and have had three houses in that time. This move is different though – this is my Mums first (and last) move without my Dad who sadly died nearly two years ago.
She has downsized to a 1974 bungalow in the perfect location – close to town but still in the countryside. It has three small bedrooms, a small kitchen and living room, a bathroom and an add on at the end which is being used as a store room at present.
Did you get that it is small? She calls it her Dollhouse, well, actually she called it “Cottlestone Pie” (its a song that Winnie the Pooh sings, she’s quirky like that!)
She chose it for the location, the garden and the fact that the renovations were only cosmetic…. or so we thought!
The first room to be tackled is the sitting room – its about 14x14ft with a chimney breast and a large window.
Here is the photo from the estate agents blurb:
