So...we viewed three properties with a view to our chap living independently from us. It felt like taking a very big, very sticky plaster off very, very slowly.
Property one: we arrived. No one else was there...we waited until a young bearded man appeared on the horizon...the money man. Then his associate..the power woman. Finally the shiny suited, sharp shoed estate agent..who looked about 16. M and I both felt nervous and if i am to be honest(cos I know you wont judge), slightly hostile.
Well, sharp-suit unlocked the door and in we poured. He began his spiel but M and I were already off, exploring. The house was empty so that made it easier. The place was huge. Beautifully extended with a space that shrieked "sensory room" at us..(sharp suit thought it could be a home cinema....Wallace and Grommit on a loop,perhaps?) The garden wasn't big but fantastic. M and I had to admit that we could see the Boy loving it there...and if they didn't, maybe we could buy it!!! Money man and Power woman were huddling...they liked the property. Great potential. Very little adaptation. This one was a (reluctant) tick.
House two: small, dark, smelly, too many steps, only one bathroom, exposed garden. I went in and said 'No'. We walked around as was expected of us but there is no way my boy is going there. Money man and Power woman agreed..... our visit here was very brief.
House three: adequate. Requires adaptation but could be good. Fabulous ,enclosed garden. M and I felt ok about this one. Not exactly ravingly excited. Ok. Money man and power woman walked about with special measuring machines and clipboards. Half a tick...
So..now we wait.
Both of us with anxious tummies but bits of us thinking that he might actually enjoy it.
Possibly.
So, there you have it...
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