(This is actually part of Mum’s garden but as it’s literally across the street, I think Piglet will be able to play in it!)

It’s funny how things work out.  I’ve always been a great believer in things happening for a reason and that everything does work out eventually if you just hold on.  Sometimes when I get down though, it’s hard to keep hold of those thoughts.

The village is where we moved to when I was 16.  My Grandparents needed nursing and Mum was worried that if something happened she wouldn’t be able to get to them in time so we moved out there.  At the time I hated it. We’d lived in the town since I was 3 so it was far too quiet for me, I was restricted by the buses as to when I could see my friends and all of the village kids had grown up together so I was a bit of an outsider.

It’s perfect for us now though.  There are 2 shops, a doctors surgery, the primary school gets excellent OFSTED reports (even though we won’t be needing that for a while!), the mother and baby group is active and it’s surrounded by beautiful countryside.  Oh, and don’t forget built in babysitters!

We’re going to look at it on Thursday but it’s likely that we will take it.  Mum has described it to us and it sounds perfect for what we need at the moment.  It needs a few things doing but nothing we can’t sort out.  I’m so happy.  Even though it means a move of 80 miles, leaving Rich’s family and our first home together it also means that we can provide Piglet with the home and lifestyle we can’t here. Or at least we can’t here within our budget.

It looks like things will work out, just as I should have trusted that they would in the first place!