That time has come, we are having to say goodbye to our garden.
And just when nature seems to have discovered our little eden.
There are all manner of friendly, helpful insects making a home here.
Sadly our letting agency is rather greedy and have put our rents up (well above inflation rates) for the second year running. In the same week our good friend [more like a sister] told us she is leaving her job and returning to her hometown to care for her father.
She offered us her apartment at the cost of her monthly mortgage payments, crazy cheap. There is a small outside space, but it isn’t suitable to growing much more than a few pots of fruit and veg.
She’s basically packing her clothes and most treasured sentimental items and is leaving everything else. Which means it is fully furnished.
We decided to sell all of our furniture, to raise funds to clear our debts faster. That’s also the reason we couldn’t turn down her offer. Not to mention the fact that I’d rather pay to help family and friends than some faceless stranger via a heartless company.
Well, that faceless stranger gained a face last night. Our landlord came with a letting agent to view our furniture (on our invitation). He agreed to buy the whole lot and for a few hundred more than the minimum we had hoped for.
Such an amazing, bliss-filling feeling. Having a huge injection of cash, having shed the ownership of so much stuff and having not to worry about moving so many large items.
He did want us to include most of the pots and plants, which only made me happy to think there’s a slim chance of our garden surviving. I know there’s every chance the new tenants will not care or want for a garden, but at least the bugs have a slim chance now.
Here’s to the next chapter on our adventure.