We Get What We Deserve

After breaking away from the tedium of changing words, changing them again and changing them yet again for my "fiddler" client, I walked away from the computer yesterday with a huge sigh of relief.

I drove over to Crewkerne to meet with the young couple, A & R, who are renting the little house and was completely delighted at what I found. They have made the house really homely and cosy. There are sunflowers in a vase on the kitchen windowsill, the house was immaculately tidy and they proudly showed me around all the rooms. I was rather surprised at how big the rooms seemed when full of furniture - I knew they were never the smallest but was shocked at how much open space there was in the bedroom even though there was a decent sized double in there!

Best of all, I was shown the garden. It has been a frightening wilderness and even after I had spent a lot of time in it with loppers, trying to beat the brambles, it still looked like the approaches to Sleeping Beauty's castle. Not now! Goodness, they must have worked hard, as the lawn has been rediscovered, the brambles are just a bad memory and the flower beds are weeded. More than that, they have used a pile of ham stones to build a rockery wall alongside the path and ... well, I'm just speechless.

I was given tea and met the mother of R, and we had a very cheery chat. Time to leave and I have to say that I was so thrilled when R said that she now understood what I meant about the house having a "good vibe" - it seems that as soon as she comes home, she can feel all the tension seeping away and the "happy vibe" lifts her up. How nice that the people there are not insensitive and obtuse. As I waved goodbye, to assurances that I must come again so I can see the next stages of the garden recovery I felt all warm and fuzzy with happiness. The house deserves lovely people who will appreciate and care for it and the couple are just so sweet that I couldn't have wished for nicer people. A walked with me to my car to collect something I had taken over and he seemed very proud and just a little proprietorial, in the nicest way.

The house cost lots, not only in terms of the investment we made, but in emotional bumps and knocks over the time it took to bring it to habitability - I always trusted that it would work out well, though at times the light seemed a long way down the tunnel. Now, I can breathe a sigh of relief, send a prayer to the Lady that A & R have a joyous time living there (and long may it last) and be grateful that it has all come to fruition (it's about the right time of year, after all)!

Now, I just need another project. Next door to the little house is up for sale and it needs a heap of work doing on it - if only I had the deposit...