Me: There’s nothing like a crisp, clear, sunny winter’s day watching you dogs having fun.
Nell: I know. I was watching with you.
Me: Dog and Dash really is a haven for us all, isn’t it?
Nell: You’d better tell everyone how the survey went.
Me: Not that well. We haven’t received the report yet, but it’s not going to be good.
Nell: Oh dear.
Me: And the little cottage was so pleased to see us.
Nell: I’m sure it was. What wasn’t the surveyor happy about?
Me: He likes the little cottage, but he thinks it’s made of cob.
Nell: What’s that?
Me: It’s a mixture of clay, sand, straw and water and means the walls need to breathe.
Nell: Don’t we all?
Me: It also means it is quite damp.
Nell: Anyone would be damp after that storm and it hasn’t been lived in for over a year.
Me: He said if we were buying it cash it wouldn’t be a problem, but some mortgage companies can be difficult.
Nell: I see.
Me: If they won’t let us port our mortgage over we can’t buy it.
Nell: So what now?
Me: We wait for the report and then send it over and wait again.
Nell: And if they refuse?
Me: We may have to rent until we find somewhere, so we don’t lose our buyers.
Nell: We’d better keep crossing our paws.
Me: We had.
Nell: In the meantime, we still don’t have any internet.
Me: But we have power, which means warmth and light.
Nell: Some people have been without power for days.
Me: That must be awful.
Nell: Let’s be thankful for what we have.
Me: I’m so thankful I have you, Nell.
Nell: You and me. Always. It’s going to be alright.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
