Last time we moved, we rushed at our new house like a bull at a gate. We took rapid decisions about expensive items. Tilers, plumbers and builders flashed through.
Then we repented at leisure.
We even had to move a whole wall.
This time, I’m not rushing.
Even modest decisions like which lamp to put outside the front door can be slept upon.
Nigel attempts to drag me to DIY shops but I abort the mission.
Until Saturday, when I saw something which I wanted for the garden. At Chidwickbury Arts Fair, I discovered some gigantic copper flowers made by Christian Funnel. They were witty, well-made and affordable, so I pulled out my credit card.
Luckily, Carenza and Will were on hand to carry them for me. As we wended our way down the path to the car park, the people we passed gave us special smiles.
“Oh dear,” said Will, “It’s like those people you see on the televisation of the Chelsea Flower Show. They went looking for a purple clematis, got stuck on the Pimms and ended up staggering home with an unwise purchase.”
Silly him – who wouldn’t want a giant copper flower or two?
He’ll be laughing on the other side of his face when they protect us from the imminent triffid invasion.