OK, so it's a fair old way off, but Adam and I have decided to move to somewhere with more outside space next April (assuming we're not in a position to look at actually buying somewhere by then. I doubt we will be somehow).
The main reason is because I want more space to grow more stuff, but other reasons include:
1) T will hopefully be moving around a bit by then (although he is currently more than happy admiring the world from a firmly seated position), so space for him to play will be nice
2) We'll be able to get more space for the same money a mile or two out of Chichester, and it's not beyond the realms of possibility that we might have a second baby in the next couple of years
3) I may bang myself over the head with a (not hot enough) frying pan if I have to cook on the crappy electric hob for too much longer - not hot enough to stir fry, but hot enough to cremate your hand should you accidentally touch any part of the hob top for 45 minutes after cooking.
Exciting, as it means we'll be able to grow much better crops next year, assuming we move soon enough to actually get some in the ground. We're committed to this place until April, otherwise I'd be tempted to look sooner.
No idea whether we'll find somewhere where the landlord doesn't mind us turning his garden into a vegetable patch, so I'll keep the fingers crossed for a donation from a hitherto unknown distant relative with a small fortune and a passion for the environment - unlikely, as most of my relatives seem to think that putting the washing machine on for a pair of knickers and a t-shirt is acceptable behaviour.
The main reason is because I want more space to grow more stuff, but other reasons include:
1) T will hopefully be moving around a bit by then (although he is currently more than happy admiring the world from a firmly seated position), so space for him to play will be nice
2) We'll be able to get more space for the same money a mile or two out of Chichester, and it's not beyond the realms of possibility that we might have a second baby in the next couple of years
3) I may bang myself over the head with a (not hot enough) frying pan if I have to cook on the crappy electric hob for too much longer - not hot enough to stir fry, but hot enough to cremate your hand should you accidentally touch any part of the hob top for 45 minutes after cooking.
Exciting, as it means we'll be able to grow much better crops next year, assuming we move soon enough to actually get some in the ground. We're committed to this place until April, otherwise I'd be tempted to look sooner.
No idea whether we'll find somewhere where the landlord doesn't mind us turning his garden into a vegetable patch, so I'll keep the fingers crossed for a donation from a hitherto unknown distant relative with a small fortune and a passion for the environment - unlikely, as most of my relatives seem to think that putting the washing machine on for a pair of knickers and a t-shirt is acceptable behaviour.
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