This coming weekend our gaggle of children will all be otherwise engaged in activities that involve different responsible adults and we are going to explore. We're going to drive past houses, along roads, discuss the pros (and cons) of this village vs that town, the amenities as highlighted by estate agents. And we're going bricks and mortar kicking.
The equivalent of wasting time over a weekend looking at cars you probably won't ever buy but on a significantly larger budget.
What can we afford? What can't we afford? I suppose, more to the point, what the hell do we want to afford. And where. So a merest selection of the some 1500 homes that are currently available in our chosen location are to be inspected and viewed.
Now, it's starting to feel real. And also everso slightly unreal. Isn't this the sort of thing you do when you're a grown up?
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