So now we come to grottage No. II. You’ve all seen the horrors of my first place in Lincolnshire, now sold to pay for the second project here in France.
Of course after such a mammoth project with the Lincolnshire grottage, no-one in their right mind would take on something similar a second time, would they? Ah, but we are talking about your very own Tottie here, don’t forget!
My plan was never to buy my own place but to carry on living at the Pink House. If you’ve read ‘Is That Billinge Lump?’ you’ll know why that ceased to be an option, and why and how I set about finding a place of my own.
My first view of the outside was promising.
And from the front
And the view to the rear was certainly a clincher
Plus there was a large ‘orchard’ just across the road
But I was, once again, on a limited budget, so I was never going to be able to afford anything ready to move into with no work at all to be done, especially to get something I really wanted. So there were going to be snags.
Like the ‘kitchen’ for instance
But at least it had a sink
And then there was the lovely sitting room
But surely the bedrooms would be better?
Or what about …
And then there was the ‘bathroom’
Oh well, my motto has always been ‘I like a challenge!’ The only thing to do was roll up my sleeves and get stuck in. Hopefully, when you see the ‘After’ pictures, you will see a bit of a difference.