Not wanting to travel over there with an empty car, we decided to load up with the first of the planters and my two juniper bushes that sit by the front door.
Inside, the cottage absolutely stinks of mouldy dampness, so the first thing we started to do was lift damp carpets and get then hauled off to the tip. In between times, I got chatting to the next door neighbour, who was (how lucky was this?) having her chimneys swept! Yeah!
The power is now on - we have electricity, albeit dodgy electricity, so it got switched off at the mains before we left. We need a new fuse board and a lot of the wiring updated. With luck, it won't extend as far as a complete rewire.
I've managed to salvage loads of 'useful' things for the garden, like wire, buckets, wood and even an old hen feeder. The budget is everything, afterall, and a penny saved is a penny earned. We can't afford to waste anything - not even the old, heavy duty, plastic boards that we found. These will make a fantastic garden bench! Talk about Steptoe's yard... all that's missing is the horse!
You'll see the funny side of this once I tell you the rest...
I also got to meet the other next door neighbour, who came out to chat when we were carting all the rubbish down the side of the house. I recognised her and she recognised me! So H and I went in to see her spectacular, terraced garden. It is fantastic!
Amidst all that was going on today, we could hear the cock-a-doodle-doo of another neighbour's cockerel, so we've let the neighbours know about ours. Not a problem, as there have been goats, pigs, sheep and all sorts of stuff in the back garden of our new house, apparently.
Later, when pal and I were out at the front door chatting, someone else I knew walked past, so we had a brief catch up. It really did feel like being home - familiar faces everywhere.
I reckon there must be around 30 houses in the village and they mostly look immaculately extended with large, landscaped gardens. I had just mentioned this, when the plumber informed me that it's known as "millionaire's row" and that we have no fewer than two different captains living there! I'm sorry, but I really did almost choke and laugh at this... Frugaldom in millionaire's row!
Oh my! I really must learn to be on my very best behaviour and get them all on board the good ship Frugaldom! I hope they can all appreciate the funny side of a fulltime frugaler coming to live in their midst. I've now acquired a couple of extra window boxes, courtesy of my current neighbour, and will get these planted up tomorrow with my Aldi begonias and marigolds, so the place can begin to look a little presentable.
Notice to all callers: Please use the front door and bring your own teacup. Don't use the back gate, as it's about to fall off its hinges, and please ignore the scuff marks on the doors, that's where we have to kick them to get them open. I feel like 'Ma Clampett' from the Beverley Hill Billies! But I promise not to serve up roadkill for Sunday lunch.