We were on a winter break when we saw the cottage, picturesque beneath its blanket of snow, and at that price we snapped it up.
When we returned in the spring the cracks were showing, literally, and the architect recommended a complete rebuild.
Bravely we declared living in a caravan made us feel young again, though to be honest, cold showers on arthritis did the opposite. But we’d found a good builder and work progressed well – until they demolished that wall.
They’d uncovered the real skeleton in the cupboard – no wonder the cottage had been so cheap.
This week's photo, taken by Dale Rogerson, immediately brought to mind my daughter and her husband, who are renovating a cottage in Northern Ireland. They haven't found a skeleton - yet. This is their cottage, photographed last week, and they're very comfortable in their caravan - or so they claim!
Thanks to https://rochellewisoff.com/ for hosting Friday Fictioneers. You can read other stories by following the Blue Frog link on her blog.
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