I almost moved house for a dressing table...

I think I’ve just been a massive tit. Indulge me. I have lots of big grown up things in my life, illness, elderly parents, disabled kid, business to run etc etc. I’ve told you it all before but sometimes it’s so good to give a smaller issue the same credence. In some ways it gives my head an actual rest.

So, because I don’t seem to have enough going on I’ve decided I’d quite like to move house because I’d like a big enough bedroom for a dressing table. I know, all that stamp duty just because I’d like to sit down whilst slapping Charlotte Tilbury on my chops.

Now, I’d like to stay living in town because I like to walk to the pub early doors on a Friday for three beers and then home to pre prepared homemade curry but I also like that I can walk in the opposite direction and be in the middle of nowhere in 5 minutes. I also like that I can walk to work. Perfect.

I love my neighbours and my community. We live in a row of Victorian townhouses, I like our rambly garden. I like the original features contrasted with the modern kitchen. I like that I dreamed of the house I’m in when we lived in a one bedroom flat in London 20 years ago because living in my house feels like achieving that dream.

I like that as I’m writing this Merlin app is telling me there are goldfinches darting about above. I feel like Snow White when she looks out of the window and all the little woodland creatures come to play only she’s definitely number 1 fair on the Charlotte Tilbury foundation Richter scale, I’m a number 3 neutral with leukaemia blue undertones and lots of bronzer to compensate. I’ve distracted my self now and in my minds eye I’ve suddenly become Bette Davis playing Baby Jane. I wonder if she had a dressing table? Aargh.

Anyway Steph came round from the estate agents to value the house and she liked our house too. She talked about how lovely it was, how it was the perfect location and how it would be sold very quickly because people want to live where our house is.

After she left I realised that Steph is so good at sales that I now love my house again and also maybe standing up to do make up is OK.

I could do a little preachy sermon finish here about how we just need to look about us to realise all lovely wonderful things and how lucky we all are but we all know that already really don’t we..

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