|Not really our house|
Sometimes, during university term time, I walk into a bedroom and feel the fine strand of a spider web across my face. It feels a little chilly and smells only of air-freshener.
It makes no sense to pay a mortgage on space that we’re not using, so we’re downsizing to smaller premises. Friends who are a few years ahead of us warn,
“But they’ll come back – it’s tough to get on the property ladder nowadays.”
But we’re taking a calculated bet that not all three will want to live with us at the same time. Risky, I know, but the parts of us that yearn to be greener are rejoicing. We will consume less heat and take up less space on this crowded planet.
And the cleaning, the house maintenance, the lawn-mowing will all be delightfully lighter.
The to-do list pinned up in the kitchen could be halved, our free time doubled.
We shall have less, but we shall be and do more.