[12–18 Sep]
On Monday evening, after work, I rode my motorbike to that other town to take a look at a three-bedroom flat for sale.
I liked it quite a lot: it was roomy, almost new, with a lot of natural light, a big balcony, and inside a nice
big estate with a swimming pool and green spaces to play and mingle.
It was also bordering our budget.
I told my wife about it and the next day we arranged with the estate agency for her to go see it with her own eyes.
(Spoiler alert: a few days later, we made a formal offer to the homeowners and started doing our research
about mortgages etc, we negotiated with them for a week [raising our price twice], we assumed it was a done thing,
we sent all kinds of sensitive and intimate documents to a bunch of banks…
and in the last minute the owners said “no”.)
My daughter has been attending school for four hours a day all week.
So far, so good.