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Published: December 12th 2020
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The small problems will be resolved . Of course they will . Our house sale rumbles on just like Covid . It feels as if we are never going to come to any conclusion . It seemed on target for exchange and completion by the end of last week and nothing happened . We know we will get there in the end . . Everything has to come to an end but this year has been different . Who would have thought at the start of the year I would be saying I wonder what 2020 will bring ? Who could have known the answer ? Who knew that we would put our house on the market again ? Only to sell and be thwarted again by a buyer who wanted to downsize but had no idea what downsizing means . Who would have thought that another buyer would pop up so quickly ? Only then for things to stall. Blame Covid. Blame the banks working more slowly due to Covid. Blame home working . You can blame anything if you try hard enough . Who guessed that we would not have been anywhere on holiday this year ?
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I walked this morning the weather was against me. It was the first frost of the Autumn. The grass was covered with a hint of silver . It rustled as I walked through it . It made a change from constant rain . Rain that drizzled . Rain that fell like stair rods . Rain that couldnt be enjoyed . The small problems of the house sale seem to be rumbling on and on. As I walked along Longedge Lane I found my mind wandering . Week 47 of the year had been and gone . We were into Week 48. I was fed up with the normal walk . Nothing much to see at this time of year . My mind yearned for pastures new . The gardens looked bleak even with the light frosting. Sleet fell from time to time . I guess that makes a welcome change from rain . By the time I reached the main road I was damp . The cars flew by. Who ever would have thought we were on our second lockdown of the year ? It did not feel like it . I couldnt hear the birds sing . It felt
very different to the first lockdown .
As I walked quickly . A hot drink was waiting for me and would be welcoming . I noticed something. Something I had not seen before . Have you ever been on a walk times many and thought that there was nothing new to see . I spotted a bungalow hidden amongst a forest of weeds and overgrown trees . It must have been lovely when it was lived in. But that was a long time ago . The garden was wild . The paint was flaking of the doors and windows . I wondered who had lived there , when they moved out and why it was derelict .
A little further up the road was another run down cottage . From a distance it looked like a rundown dwelling . Close up to it I saw it was anything but that . I had not noticed this little building either . It sat in a garden . It had never been a cottage .Never lived in . A folly . A tiny model of a cottage with a tiled roof . The roof tiles missing in places . Farm and gardening machinery outside . It took my eye for a while and I stood there admiring the time someone somewhere had taken the time to build this folly and keep it looking shabby . It brightened up my walk .
I continued home and heard the news that the house move had still stalled . The sticking point an unadopted road . It had been that way for over 40 years . There had never been a problem and there was likely never to be a problem . But this was not good enough for the first buyers in the chain . They wanted cast iron guarentees which no-one could give . The questions and answers were flying backwards and forwards like a tennis ball in a tennis match . I wondered if the problems would be sorted out next week . Another milestone - December arrives and with it the last month of 2020.
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