What have we done?

Give or take the odd swearword, that was exactly what I said when we unlocked the back door on moving day and stepped inside.

So what had we actually done? Well, we'd planned to upgrade from the world's ugliest council house to somewhere that could just be moved into with no effort required. Bit of garden. Out of town a bit. Space for a family. Absolutely no DIY required.

That was what we planned. What we bought is a 250 year old cottage that needs new floors, new windows, new doors, new chimney, new bathroom... you get the gist. In a village, yes, space for a family, also yes (assuming our children don't grow beyond 5 foot even). Bit of garden? Well, not all of it is given over to chicken runs. Just most of it.

That sign says fresh eggs. The only eggs we have are Easter ones and I'm not sharing. 

It's just a month since we moved into Hazel Tree Cottage. Since then I have lost count of how many times I have said the same thing, with or without expletives. Would I change it? Not for the world!