Gingerbread Cottage

Gingerbread Cottage

Today Julia took possession of the keys for our Gingerbread Cottage in rural Surrey.
Our bolt-hole for the summer.
Also known as Convalescence Cottage and, more officially, Skinner's Cottage, which conjures up images of rabbits taking off their coats in the kitchen and nestling up to each other in a nice comfy casserole, warming their toes in rich, thick gravy.  Yum.

We're just renting it for six months initially and then will review a) how we like living in two places (is it a pain because whenever you want something it's in the other place? or will we love the mixture of town and country?) and b) what else is going on in our lives and whether it's practical to extend the rental or not.

Unlike the Tardis, it looks bigger on the outside than the inside and is a perfect size for the two of us.  Also important is that it's only 30 minutes from the Marsden, making the regular journeys during the next few months of convalescence (at least twice a week to start with, once they let me go) much less enervating than the one hour or so from South Island Place.  It's also been newly refurbished inside, so it's nice and clean for a man with next to no immune system.  Handy.

Hansel...

...and Gretel

Next step is to divide our furniture, cutlery and crockery between the two houses before Hansel and Gretel move in.  We both feel very lucky to have found such a perfect place.  And no sign of a witch so far...

Meanwhile, I'm still tired and feeble, but better than yesterday.  I guess my physical (and therefore mental) state will fluctuate regularly over the next few days.  Nothing to do but take it as it comes and try to make the most of the better times.  Or lie about, moaning and cursing of course.