This is the strange tale of the house that waited two years for our family.
Luckily, he was called away for a long phone call and I was left with his pile of forbidden property files! Obviously I jumped out of my chair and started going through and, lo and behold, found a picture I liked. “Voilà!” I exclaimed to the harassed agent when he came back into the office. He looked worried, left the office and returned with Monsieur le Directeur. They explained that it was not possible for me to see the house because it belonged to a big local family, and because my husband wasn’t with me that day, and because and because…..
I persuaded them that I was capable of visiting a house without my husband being present, so against their better judgement off we went.
What can I say? that evening I told my husband I had found the place we needed to raise our children, and that night was filled with sweet dreams.
The estate agent hadn’t finished surprising us; he wouldn’t take our calls, let alone inform the owners of our offer!
Weeks passed, and by chance a friend introduced us directly to the owner of the house. A large and complicated family, who wanted to sell one day, but not necessarily the next. My husband handled everything brilliantly, but it took a long long time, and our fourth baby en route. Yes, a very long time – two whole years with nobody else interested!
Some things are just meant to be. We may now be here forever and see our children married in the garden, or we may pick up sticks and live another adventure in a far off land. We will always be glad that the family has grown up here. It may sound foolish but I believe that this house has loved looking after us as much as we’ve loved looking after it.