Just wanted to have a bit of a moan, feel free to ignore!
So, it's not just a few of our windows that are rotten, it's at least half of them, plus associated wooden fascias, etc. Our trusty carpenter is at work carefully cutting out the rot and beautifully splicing back in new timber. There goes the contents of my bank balance.
Meanwhile, we are in negotiations with the planning people to remove a bath from a corridor, which means I spend my days wondering 'just how narrow can a bathroom physically be?'
And then our 'garage' (which luckily I have never allowed to be used as such) semi-collapses, needing relatively urgent repairs. There goes the ISA. But we were going to renovate it, which means a new set of negotiations with planning and conservation about what we can do to the 'garage'.
And why do the property papers and magazines always make it look and sound so glamorous? I'm currently "renovating" a 17th century brick floor. This actually consists of getting down on my hands and knees scrubbing at it with a brush and wire wool on the particularly bad bits.
It's just the way that you never know what's going to go wrong or how much something is going to cost that's getting at me this week!