Lorna is back, after an extended break with her prompt for a post.
This time she gives us the words DREAM HOUSE.
What a great prompt!
It is extremely apt at the moment for me, as I am up to my ears in junk that is being Marie Kondo-ed the heck out of! I look around our abode and wonder why we kept things, why we haven’t fixed things, and when we are going to get our act together.
You see, if things were cleared up/fixed up/extended slightly, this place would be our dream house.
We have a lovely garden, space to extend and it is in such a convenient location, close to town and work. Close to villages and farm life as well as being within easy reach of the city lights of London. It is a cul de sac, no through road, so there aren’t many cars speeding past and undesirables wandering around. We have the spiritual sanctity of the Gurdwara on our doorstep.
But… When we moved in, the kitchen was fitted rather shoddily. A fact that didn’t become apparent until much later, as it started to show that certain parts hadn’t been fixed correctly, one screw used where two should have been, cupboard doors coming loose, plugs messed up… all sorts.
The house had been freshly carpeted by the previous owners and painted and plastered. It looked wonderful.
Except the carpet was cream. And we had two kids.
So fast forward to know, it is kinda grubby grey in most areas, unless you look under longstanding items of furniture, where the brilliance of the original cream shines out!
And the walls: well they were plastered with something substandard, and corners hadn’t been fitted with the proper corner piece that they should have been, so there are gouges in the walls, and things like curtain poles that should stay up, decide to give up as the plaster doesn’t want to hold anything, and crumbles…
The bathrooms have awful ventilation so, despite windows being left open, bleaching and scrubbing happening regularly, the black grout mould has taken residence. And there appears to be a leak somewhere under the shower tray in the second bathroom, that has rotted the skirting boards, and most recently, the door frame, so much that the hinge has now come away, and splintered the wood…
So many issues.
Why are we still here?
Why haven’t we sorted them all out?
Because there are plans afoot.
The hope is to get someone in to quote on a possible extension and loft conversion.
It could mean larger rooms for the children, and a guest bedroom or suite.
I may even get my creative room, with desk space and lots of shelving and storage for my books and stationery!
All that and we’d still have the convenience of where we are.
That would be my dream home…
Of course, if it is going to cost way too much, or they can’t deliver, we’ll be looking to patch this place up as best we can, and start looking at a bigger home.
Then I’ll dream of what else I could get…
For Lorna’s Gin-Spiring Post prompt.
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