We had picked the boys up from their sleepover at their grandparents and on a whim decided to drive through a new housing estate close to where we live. The boys were still in their pyjamas and it was pouring with rain, but when we saw that there was a show house open we couldn't resist taking a peek.
Hubby and I have got a bit of a thing for show homes. We've been to see a few over the years and usually end up wanting the house. I suppose that's what they're designed to do, and it works for us!
So, we all went to look around the house. And we all loved it. The boys were ecstatic that there were three floors and that (in theory) they could have a whole floor to themselves.
Hubby and I were quite happy about this too.
We kept walking around the house and finding new things to love about it. The lights in the base units of the gorgeous kitchen to the massive garage. The lovely big bedrooms and the balcony off the lounge.
The views were to die for and it is in a lovely village.
Need I go on?
To put it mildly, we wanted it.
The only problem is it's a bit out of our price range.
I caught hubby gazing with adoration at the plan and specifications later on this evening. At least I think it was adoration; I vaguely remember that look....
I've told him that we need to have a dream. This one may not materialise, but I like to think positively. Who knows what will happen?
If it's meant to be then it will be.
In the meantime I'm off to sell