The Prodigal Returns

Where have the last three years gone to? James has finished his degree and has come home to look for temp work to help fund his Gap Year travels. It doesn't seem five minutes since I was waving him off to Aberystwyth. He is hoping to find work until Christmas and then he should have enough money saved to fund his round the world trip. It sounds really exciting, Australia, New Zealand, Thailand and America/Canada. To be able to do all he wants, he will need some serious dosh behind him, so I hope he finds some decent jobs so that he can get the money together.

Earlier this year during the Winter gales, our conservatory roof took a battering. The Insurance Company agreed to get it fixed but somewhere along the line the amount they are prepared to pay is in dispute. We have had a variety of workmen turning up with ladders and tape measures but still no new panels. If many more strange men turn up, the neighbours will start talking about me!! I am just hoping that it will be fixed before the Autumn gales arrive. I have visions of the roof sailing across the countryside leaving me clutching the dog and dodging falling witches.

With the housing market still dragging it's feet, the threatened introduction of HIPs and the latest news from the Bank of England that we should expect another two interest rate rises before August, we are not building our hopes up for a quick sale! Dave and I are now working on Plan B.

Watch this space.