And the hits just keep on coming . . .

 

Earlier this year, before the Pandemic made all of our lives very difficult, our Landlord died. Actually we had thought that he was the father of our landlord, but it seems he was our actual landlord and his son was only doing his bidding.  Shortly after that the Pandemic hit, our landlord and his sister started asking us to pay our rent into a different accound and then on Friday of this week we got a call saying that someone was coming to evaluate the house on the 24th.

Yesterday the landlord's sister (who seems to call all the shots) called and dropped some huge hints about them maybe having to sell the house to help pay for death taxes.  Todd called up our landlord (the one we've always dealt with and who we thought was our landlord) and he didn't know anything about it.  That's nothing new, he never knows anything about anything when it comes to our house.  He is only the one they have doing all the donkey work it seems. 

So now it is looking like . . .  right in the middle of a pandemic . . .  and after we have benched our car . . . we are going to have to start looking for a new place to live. 

 

(source)  

I know that life can always be a bit uncertain when you rent privately anyways, but we had felt fairly secure here because the person we thought was our landlord always seemed to be pretty reliable and fairly decent. We felt so secure here that we used a £7000 grant to put in a "wet room/shower room" at no expense to them.  That's a grant I can't get again, so if we can't find a place with a shower, then I am stuck. My head is just spinning . . . 

We lost our descretionary rent payment in April because the Council is low on money due to the Pandemic, so we have been short on dosh ever since. That's part of the reason we decided to stop having a car. So far nobody has made an offer on it. Can't say that I blame anyone for not wanting it. Its old. Like us. 

 

I'm trying not to take it all personally or to feel defeated, this has been an ungodly year for everyone . . .  but its starting to feel personal now  . . .  

This too shall pass  . . . They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.  Sometimes life just kicks you in the butt, and keeps on kicking.  

Clinging to the hope that change is often a good thing.

Moan over.

 

Somebody's enjoying a holiday in Spain.  Looking sweet on the beach  . . . Its hard to believe that she will be two years old next week.  Time just flies. 

 

Now this is a wedding I would have liked to have seen . . .  her gown looks beautiful  . . . 

  

Very storybook  . . . 

Wishing them all the happiness in the world.  I'm sure this was not the wedding they had planned and hoped for, but still a wonderful day nonetheless. 

And with that I will leave you with a thought for today  . . . 

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˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ｜ 田田 ｜門 ★
 *Grace means that all of your mistakes 

now serve a purpose instead of serving shame.

~Brene Brown  •。★★ 。* 。•。★★ 。* 。

  

 

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  small batch Loaded Cowboy Cookies.  The recipe makes 12 perfect oat/chocolate chip/coconut/pecan cookies. 

Have a great Sunday.  Don't forget! 

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And I do too!