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Chapter 41
A New Home
We all seemed to be very busy at our respective jobs for the next couple of weeks, Barbara was also spending more and more time over at Mike's place and for several days at a time we didn't even see her so had no opportunity to organise the 'demonstration' we had talked about. Normally that would have given Helen and I more opportunities for free-wheeling sex together but as we were both more tired than usual when we came home, although we didn't suddenly become totally celibate, even that aspect of our life together was quieter than we had been used to for a while.
Although Helen and I found a little time to talk more seriously about starting to look for a place of our own we hadn't had the time to do more than that. So, on the way home one evening when I knew Helen would again be working late, I called in at a local real estate agent's office, explained that we were unsure as whether we were looking for a house or an apartment, told him what we could afford to pay, that we were not in a mad rush to move and asked him to keep his eyes open for anything he thought might particularly suit us.
He rang a couple of times, describing different properties that were on the market and though none of them sounded right I suppose my comments gave him a better idea of the sort of thing that might appeal to us and a couple of weeks later he rang again, saying he thought he had just the thing. He wouldn't say any more than that over the phone, he wanted me to see the place for myself, not pre-judge it in any way. So to avoid any risk of disappointment for Helen, I agreed to drop by his office the following Saturday morning - when I knew she would again have to go in to work - and let him take me to see it before I told her anything about it.
Although the street he drove me to was not more than five minutes or so from where we were living I had never actually been down it before. It turned out to be a dead-end, running into the wall surrounding a local park, lined with older, two storied, terrace style houses. Many had had already been renovated, the others were obviously well maintained and as the street itself was lined with trees the general effect was one of genteel elegance, which I knew would immediately appeal to Helen.
The agent drove right to the end, parking outside the house abutting the park wall and I was disappointed to see that it the three next to it were far less attractive than the others we had passed.
'They are due to start work on these four houses in about two months.' he said. 'The plans are still to be approved by the local council, so if you wanted anything done differently, instead of having to start from scratch when you move in you could get the submission altered now, have the place fixed to suit your own needs.
All four are being done from the same set of plans but the one overlooking the park is the obvious choice so I'll take you through that one.'
He brought a roll of drawings with him and we went up a short flight of steps and into the house.
Even though the place was in a pretty bad state of disrepair I knew it was right for us from the moment he opened the door and we went in to the entrance hall-way, which then led into a series of high-ceilinged rooms, those down one side having views out on to a small garden then on across the park. There was a lot of the original timber around, including the stair-case and some rooms still had fire-places.
He spread the plans out for me on a rickety table in what had passed for a kitchen.
'Naturally all the plumbing and wiring is being re-done, they're ripping everything out and completely replacing it, no half measures. This room will be made bigger, by taking out that wall there.' he said enthusiastically, pointing to the far end of the room and then down at the plans. 'A brand new kitchen will be put in, here's an artist's impression of what that will be like.' he added as he pulled one of a series of coloured drawing out from the roll of papers and spreading it on top of the main plans. 'Everything you or your wife could possibly want - but, as I said, if you want it done differently, you could fix that before the work starts. You'd be saving yourself heaps of money.'
We went through the rest of the ground floor and then up the stairs to the rooms above. The main bed-room was on the side having the view and as I stood in the middle of it I could easily imagine Helen and I sitting up in our bed on a Sunday morning and looking out across the trees.
'This bed-room will have an en-suite bath-room and it and the other two will all have completely built-in wardrobes.' The agent explained, spreading the plans on the floor and showing where the changes would be made. 'The main bath-room will be fantastic, come with me and I'll show you how they're going to do that.'
He bustled me down the hall and pointed to walls that would come down, making some rooms slightly smaller and then another artist's impression of the new bath-room, which certainly looked as good as he'd said.
'And that's not all.' he continued after he'd taken me around the rooms on that level. 'This house has another bonus, upstairs.' he said, grinning at the look of confusion on my face.
'Upstairs, where?'
'This system will be replaced of course, with a modern, automatic one, I can show you the brochure of it if you like.' he said as he took me to the end of the hall and opened a cupboard. Inside was a ladder which he pulled out and set against the wall then climbed up it and pushed open a trap-door in the ceiling.
'Come on up.' he said as he grinned back down once he'd scrambled through the hole.
When I got up and climbed after him I saw we were in an attic running the full length of the house, the angle of the roof meant there wasn't too much room at the front or back but across the centre there was plenty and day-light shafted through a small window in what was obviously the outside wall.
'There will be a study or work-room built up here, the inside of the roof will be fully sealed of course, this window will be made about three times the size it is now. Apart from anything else it will make a great bolt-hole - if you're ever in the dog-house, if you know what I mean.' he said, giving me a cheeky grin.
We went back down again and he left me to wander around the place on my own for a while as he gathered up the drawings and plans he had pulled out as we toured the house. Then, when we had gone outside to look around the small garden area I asked the inevitable question. 'How much?'
As I'd expected, the asking price was more than I had intended to commit to and, allowing for all the extra costs involved, probably more than Helen and I could afford. I said as much but said I'd think about it over the week-end and let him know on the Monday.
Naturally I couldn't stop thinking about the house - and how much we would both enjoy living in it once all the alterations had been made and those feelings were reinforced by a dream I had about it that night. So, as the following day was cool but bright and sunny, after we'd had breakfast I suggested to Helen that it might be a good idea if we got a bit of fresh air, perhaps go for a walk down to the park.
Neither of us said very much as we strolled hand in hand, I didn't know what thoughts were going through her head but I couldn't get the house out of mine and I made sure that we took a path that led across to that side of the park. Looking up through the trees I could see the roof of the house and when we reached the wall and I found there was actually a small gate-way that led through to the road. I tugged Helen by the hand and said.
