Much Malarkey On The Move

After several weeks of 'shall we, shan't we?' and indecision on a very grand scale, we have done it! For today we put the house up for sale - Much Malarkey Manor is on the Move!

'What do you mean, we are on the move?' says Tybalt.
' We are selling this house and moving somewhere else,' says I.
'Where?' says Tybalt.
'We don't know,' says I, because we don't.

For we have decided that now is the time for a grand Malarkey adventure!

Some might call it craziness. Some might call it mid- life crisis. Some might say, why put your safe little life at risk in pursuit of a crazy, countryside dream?

Well, we would say, if we don't do it now, we will become that couple in twenty years who will be saying to their friends, 'We really wanted an adventure when we were younger, but it's too late now. Ah well.'

And we don't want to do that.

So, we are going to sell the house. And we are going to take the money we have left over and do something with it that will mean we can leave town life  and mortgage behind and live in the countryside, with chickens and peace and quiet, and trees and sheep and a little dog called Colonel Bunty, and open the front door (or tent flap if the house sale doesn't realise as much cash as we envisage) in the morning and hear not much but see much more.

'You are really going to do this?' says Tybalt.
' Yes, we are,' I say.
'But...' says Tybalt.
'No buts,' I say. 'It's our adventure.'
'I am a bit worried about this Colonel Bunty,' said Tybalt.
'Don't be,' I say. 'Because when he comes along, I am sure he will be lovely.'