I’m kind of a property owner now. Not something I thought would ever happen in my lifetime to be honest. It’s a little holiday bungalow my wife’s family had, which became unloved and tatty. The chatter amongst the siblings was that they might sell it…
NO! my wife came up with the plan to buy it bit by bit.
I used to call it the murder house, but even after a little bit of gentle work it’s already feeling cosy.
Plus, I’m going to be dadding soon. I thought I’d be terrified, but I’m actually very excited. Weird.
Anyway. I painted the gate blue.