There’s a lot of displacement activity going on to avoid editing my new book, I’m afraid. Every day, I promise myself to pick it up again. Tomorrow, I will do it. Promise.
This morning, it was so beautiful that we had to take a walk before the rain set in. Then it was time to put away the garden furniture and clear more of the garden, mindful that this will be the last time we do these things. If all goes well, I keep having to repeat this phrase to myself.
The house we have chosen will suit some of the furniture that I had thought of recycling, so I am almost done with putting items on gumtree and freecycle. With charity shops closed again, it would have been difficult to manage this move without freecycle and I really enjoy giving something to someone who wants to look after our old treasures.
So what are we in the process of buying? I can now reveal that it is a Victorian village school. When I wrote Ella Midnight and the Mystery of the Missing Nose last year, (which has acquired a second 5* rating I notice recently, despite no marketing), I never expected to buy a school in the next village to where the book was set.
I understand that the house comes with the old school punishment books. They will be interesting to read. I wonder if they will inspire another story?
Let me add some context to the picture you may have conjured in your mind of a couple of dark dreary classrooms and a toilet block set across a small yard. Yes, our lounge is one of those small classrooms, with parquet flooring, a large wood burning stove, a double-height ceiling and a large rounded gothic window. Old school bookcases line the gallery above. I am so looking forward to having my own personal school library after decades of work as a school librarian. I mustn’t get carried away. It’s small, a miniature library, but nevertheless …
Aside from the lounge and gallery, everything else is super modern with an enormous kitchen dining, living area overlooking the garden.
I suspect that the garage across the yard, which is not suitable for vehicular access, was, in fact, the toilet block. I has odd levels inside. It’s large and has storage rooms off. Could it be converted into more accommodation or perhaps a gallery for local artists’ work? That’s an interesting prospect. With the broads only 5 minutes walk away, I can see lots of opportunities for new paintings and photography arising.
I have to stop myself from dreaming too much. Until the papers are signed, it’s too dangerous.