Churchminster village – picturesque, quaint, sleepy – OR NOT…

A place where women know exactly what they want, and it’s not cream tea with the vicar.

A place where anything can happen . . . so be careful what you wish for.

And a place where the men had better behave . . . because the girls won’t take it lying down (well, not unless they want to!)

I’m being slightly dramatic. The actual buying, money-in-bank part hasn’t happened yet but the other part is totes true. At the moment I am living back at my parents in sunny Beds (I’m 37 rock on) and the other half is miles away over the Welsh borders in Cardiff. I’ve moved back home for a few weeks to write my book in the peaceful countryside, but also because I get my laundry done and a lie-in because my mum lets the dog out in the mornings. Did I also mention my boyfriend has a bar in the living room of his house? Anyway, after nearly eight years we have decided to rush into things and buy a place together. Great. Not so great when one of you is living in a different country and nice pads in Cardiff are going like Welsh cakes. So I said to Him, “If something comes up with fireplaces and you like it, put an offer in”. So he did. Yay/Eek. Cue a very nervous week for both of us until I went to Cardiff this week to see it. And…. I LOVE it. The boy has done good. OMFG! So solicitors have been instructed, surveys ordered and things are swimming along. ‘IBC’ (in by Christmas) has become the buzzword in our household(s). We’ll see. Meanwhile I’m off to look at fridges with icemakers and Moomin trays. All the important stuff first.