Our landlady - who'd enthused about what outstanding tenants we are, the best she's ever had, blah blah, and that we'd be here as long term tenants, for the foreseeable future - decided to tell us a week before Christmas, that she's selling the house and we have two months notice.
To say we were devastated, was an understatement. This is the second time it's happened to us in the last few years.
We've really settled here and made friends, and it's perfect for walking our recently rehomed greyhound as we have a bridlepath two minutes down the road, and a ten minute walk up the road, takes us right out onto the moor.
I spent two days in tears. I cried so much my eyes swelled up, and I must have looked like something out of a horror movie.
But, I'm never down for long, and pulled myself together - crying doesn't achieve anything - and we started looking for properties.
We viewed a couple, which weren't suitable, then this morning, we went to see another one.
We couldn't find it. We ended up driving up a narrow, almost dirt track, that just led to a farm, and decided it was too out in the sticks. So, we left a message with the agents to say we were really sorry, we couldn't find it, so were giving up.
On the way back however, we found it, but Paul told them it was maybe too rural for us.
The lovely lady of the house, Lesley, said we might as well go in and have a look, and I'm so glad she did because it's lovely!
They are also dog friendly - they have three of their own - so it's great for Cherry.
The owners seem really nice, they'd like long term tenants, and the house just felt right. So, we're going for it.
I do believe things are meant to be, so perhaps we're supposed to live there. Our current landlady might have unwittingly done us a favour.
Here's hoping everything goes well and we can move in at the end of January.
Other news. My second novel, The Love Shack, is finished, and I've had a fab idea for a third. It's a fun book set in the thirties, and I'm really enjoying the research for it. My character - who dies suddenly and finds herself back in 1932 - gets a job on the perfume counter of a department store and I've been Googling the different perfumes. Oh my word, there were some fabulous glass bottles of all shapes and colours. I might have to start collecting them, ha ha. And the gorgeous fashions - wow, women looked so feminine in those days.
I also got the idea to quill a thirties girl, and several of my friends said it'd make a great cover for the book.
Here it is -