Finally! Someone came to look at the house! He got lost of course but then everyone does that. The sat nav sends everyone down the wrong lane....it's just one of life's smaller complications but we are used to the phone calls that start, "I'm lost"
The house was not what this man was expecting....he stood in the corridor running from the front door and pointed to a door.
"What's this room? " he asked.
"My office" long pause......."Office? "
I explained. Then I showed him the dining room and the kitchen. Normality was just creeping in when he noticed another room.
"What's that one used for?"
"Well just now it's where I keep the wheelchair and the Zimmer frame. But actually it's David's office "
He looked at me....." He's got an office too? " Ok study, it's his study....a small room covered with books, photographs and peculiar brass instruments I have no knowledge of!
Normality returned when we went upstairs. Here are our sitting room, bedroom, loo plus David's dressing room. Well not quite normal.....especially the panoramic views from every window!
He did a bit of measuring, asked if we owned the house or was it a vicarage? Relieved to find we owned it he then outlined plans to put grab rails in strategic positions, mostly in the bathroom...
Clearly non plussed by the whole thing especially when he found my camp kitchen in the spare bedroom room, he went off muttering....he would try to get a care package in place for next week....
I feel slightly more confidence in this plan now someone has actually looked at the house! Fingers crossed time...again!