The threatened move from cosmopolitan London to the leafy backwaters of Surrey is now becoming something of a reality.We've had the house valued and we're signed up with estate agents and we're getting property details through at a steady rate and, with the Boy heading to uni in September, there's nothing to hold us back... except the fact we both love our house and we've been really happy there.
But then I realise it's purely nostalgia and I realise the thing that's made our house a home is the Missus and the Boy and the cats and not bricks and mortar. Then I also realise we'll be heading somewhere where the pace is less hectic and there's less noise and I'm warmed and fully back onboard with the idea...
Hell, I may even get a pool room and a garden with enough space for a mini do-jang. The future's bright, the future's Guildford...
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