Saturday and we went back to the flat for a second look. It was just as we remembered it, a huge amount of work but so much potential!
Another week, another trip!
London has been hot. Very hot. It’s been the hottest summer since 1976 apparently.
For weeks the city has been baking in temperatures of over 28 degrees. And while that’s not hot by Aussie standards, it’s pretty warm here.
It’s been a lovely summer, not taken for granted, just enjoyed. From picnics in the park, bike rides around the city, even flat hunting, everything looks better a little sun-kissed, except Londoners perhaps!
There’s an energy in London that’s dynamic, people crowding the streets, sitting in parks, relaxing in pubs. Everyone’s outside and everywhere is packed. There’s even a fake beach in Camden where people are queuing to get in. Seriously.
Loving London summer!
On a day when it seemed like everything started happening, the lovely new marriage-saving marital bed arrived. Finally, a bed for humans!
I arrived home to find Letad surrounded by plastic, packing, screws, mattresses and bed frames. Bed knobs and broomsticks, literally. It was slightly chaotic but before long the bed frame was up, the midget bed was carefully packed underneath (I have become very good at arranging things in small spaces) and the bed was made. Oh the bliss. We decided to have an early night.
At first it didn’t seem much bigger. Another fifteen centimetres doesn’t sound like much and we wondered if we should have gone for the super king at 180cm wide, 50cm bigger than the midget bed, but waking this morning after eight lovely hours having slept on a brand new mattress, not having been woken by falling off the edge or one’s spouse tossing and turning in a doll’s bed, the decision was the right one.
There’s nothing like a good night’s sleep. We might actually make it to our second anniversary now!
I haven’t mentioned our hobby of flat hunting by bike recently. Between travel (Milan, Florence, Berlin, Valbonne and tomorrow, New York) and general lack of anything interesting to say, nothing was really happening.
By chance I stumbled across a property a couple of weeks ago and we rode our bikes over to see it. It was our unofficial London anniversary and we were going to Scott’s for lunch but we had time and thought, “Why not?” and so off we went, this time heading west to Maida Vale (well, sort of).
Maida Vale is a nice area of West London and property is expensive. We rode through the leafy, exclusive area of St John’s Wood until we reached the less leafy less exclusive part of Maida Vale, not far from Queen’s Park but on the other side of the railway tracks which makes all the difference especially to price.
The flat was what one would call a project, otherwise known as insanity. Damp on the walls, peeling wallpaper, walls to be knocked down, carpets to be ripped up, new kitchen, new bathroom, the lot. I suspect there may also be small furry animals and not in a good way. A bank repossession needing a complete renovation. Perfect!
Two bedrooms and a small courtyard garden made it appealing (don’t forget it’s London) and so we decided to make an offer.
A few days passed and we went to France. A few more days in which we heard a developer was interested and then yesterday, a phone call to say that our offer had been accepted. Yikes!
Time is of the essence. As it’s a repossession, the flat has to legally be shown to other prospective buyers so everything could fall through but they want a twenty eight day exchange of contract so perhaps there’s hope.
Suddenly things went from zero to warp speed in seconds. Within moments of receiving the phone call, all mortgage paperwork was complete, a survey paid for and a letter of confirmation arrived from the estate agents. We were all systems go.
If this one actually goes through (a miracle in itself) we’ll be looking forward to the winter of extreme discontent. I shall miss the free heating and hot water at the Little Flat in Chalk Farm and will be showering at work in flip flops. The joy. I’ll have a lot to complain, I mean, blog about!
Stay tuned, this one might actually happen!
In order to celebrate our anniversary in London, Letad surprised me with lunch at Scott’s in Mayfair.
Sunday and despite overcast skies, we decided to head to the beach at Villefranche. Taking our new beach umbrella, we set up camp and had a relaxing lounge on the quiet beach. The water was cool but clear and refreshing and a couple of hours passed easily.
As a bit of a stickler for etiquette, there’s a right way of doing things even on the beach.
There was a stretch of coast between St Tropez and Toulon I’d had my eye on. Belonging to the region known as The Var, it looked as though it would be worth a visit.
The perils of renting one’s house out to strangers means that there are inevitable damage and breakages.