Last Monday it was May Day and I ended up organising it for the village – we take turns and someone had done it for me a few years ago when LD#1 was the May Queen, so I did it last year for LD#2 and this year for my friend Jo’s daughter, as Jo is in the middle of submitting a load of essays for her teacher training course. I don’t enjoy the stress of organising big bashes like that – making sure people have promised enough cake, baking my own
sorting out the logistics, teaching the children how to do the maypole dances – and I got to the point where I was so stressed I couldn’t do anything in my spare time apart from sit at the computer playing 2048.
Last night I went to bed at about 8.30pm. Woke up again at 9.20pm and worried for a few hours about houses. Then slept and slept, and slept in until 11 this morning, after which I woke up feeling better. It’s taken that long for the May Day stress to work its way out of my system, but I feel better now.
The housing question is getting interesting! On Saturday afternoon, we went to have a look at our potential new house. Although there is a lot of competition in the field, we had possibly the worst estate agent in the world conducting the tour. We walked around the house, which took about ten minutes, and then that was the end of the viewing and we went away! Now I don’t like being overtly sold to, but I’d expected a bit more interaction than that.
It was interesting to see how the we reacted to the reality of less space. Although rooms wise it is only a tiny bit smaller, its footprint is much smaller and it is set over four floors, which in theory sounds fun, but in reality put me in the mind of the stir craziness felt by lighthouse keepers. The staircases are very narrow and are painted wood, rather than carpeted. In fact, there is a lot of painted wood (upkeep?), and it’s a much more “grown up” house than “cozy family” house. It’s also on a very narrow street with a lot of through traffic, and it’s amazing how much noise wheels on tarmac make even at low speed.
In the morning, I’d already had my house valued – all part of the process it seems whenever you phone up an estate agent and say you’d like to view one of the houses on their books.
“You seem very surprised at the valuation,” the guy said to me, after he’d finally finished with his piles of brochures and given me a figure.
I hadn’t actually displayed any reaction at all, as I was busy wondering whether he had over valued it to encourage my business. Anyway, reading my mind, he assured me he hadn’t overvalued, and said sometimes when you have been living somewhere for a while, you don’t notice the good points any more. I found when I got back in the afternoon that he was actually correct. After getting home, I immediately relaxed into the wonderful feeling of space, the feel of carpet underfoot, and the views from all our windows. And the silence!!
Anyway, I am going to enquire about another house, which is a tiny bit further out from the centre, and not as amazingly presented, but with a bigger footprint, and more outside space. Unfortunately, still on a noisy road, but more of a lived in family house. Although still a lot of painted floorboards – I am starting to suspect that this might be a trendy Lewes thing.
And this is what I would be leaving behind. We even have a blue plaque in our village – Malcolm Lowry lived here for a year.