The Hobbits - Daughter and Daughter's chap - moved house on Friday. The one they've just left was a delightful little place, but a tight squeeze even for two small people who enjoy being together. The new one is a lot more spacious, with plenty of garden.
It has been much neglected over the years and needs love - and love is what it will have. In fact, it already has love. Within three days they had all the carpets up and were stripping the wallpaper. Apparently nobody in that house ever stripped wallpaper before, they just put another lot on top. The hobbits are chiselling their way through and are almost down to the Iron Age layer. By the time they've got it all off they'll find the hall is six inches bigger in every direction.
The garden is so overgrown that Daughter can only go in there with a compass and a whistle or we'd have to send police dogs in after her. I'm thinking of sending Much to check it out, because there could be feral gnomes in there who need seeing off. Come to that there could be anything, tigers, dinosaur skeletons, yeti, a neighbour who came to borrow some sugar in 1998. The important thing about both house and garden is to take photographs. 'Before' photographs, so that when they've got it all sorted and beautiful we can look back and admire how much they've done. And I feel that the house is deeply grateful for all of it. As are the neighbours, I should think.
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