Day 2, What time is it?

2nd August 2017

Over the past seven months I have been battling to repossess my cottage in Bradford on Avon. Dispite giving the tenant over twelve months notice, it still involved a tough legal fight. At times it got really dirty, and it took me to think of desperate measures to get back the house I own.

I understood the rights of the tenant, and followed the advice of my solicitor, somethimes feeling uneasy at his bluntness.

However, yesterday I got my house back.

I went round in the late afternoon to inspect the condition of the place. I was prepared for the worst, and I was not disappointed. 

Seeing the place, was sad. I didn’t expect to find the place cleaned, I thought I’d find a steaming “dookie’ on the step, with the key in it, but I didn’t.

There were pieces of my old furniture that the tenant didn’t want, and reminders that other people don’t value the fixtures and fittings, and not having the inclination to keep things clean.

Even as I stood in this miserable site, I had a joy, and relief that now,I can turn it into a cosy place again.

This anticipation kept me awake all night, thinking about what order to do things, thank god, I have all this time on my hands, maybe that’s what retirement is all about.

Today I bought the basics, gloves and black bin bags, the task was to start de-clagging the place.

I called a local locksmith and arranged a time for him to change the lock barrel. This gave me enough time to roll up the various rugs left behind. The carpet in the living was matted with years of dog hair, this was giving the place it’s distinct aroma.

At the end of the afternoon I was £117 lighter, but assured that the place was now secured.