Do You Need a Mortgage or Remortgage?

Having taken the plunge to move to the country and renovate a Victorian villa, it came as no surprise that more funds were required for further phases of the adventure.  We are blessed with good jobs and all should have been routine – or so one might think!  Nine months later (one could have conceived, given birth and be contemplating the state of nappies by now), and our escapade is coming to a positive conclusion.  We are bruised, battered and exhausted with the prospect of building work yet to begin!

To prevent you suffering the same fate, contact a marvellous mortgage broker, from Worldwide Financial Planning, called Rebecca Bendle.  Her telephone number is: 01872 222422.  She is positive, reliable – and really knows her stuff.

Next week, prepare to hear of our nightmare with the valuer!

Take care and have a peaceful week.

#life

Individualism

Last evening I listened, with interest, to a retrospective on Bertram Russell.  Once again, I was struck by the obsession which hampers agnostics and atheists.  Why do they find it almost impossible to know that another chooses to believe in a deity, whilst they choose not to do the same, and merely accept the status quo?  Why cannot they co-exist quietly with believers and respect the difference, rather than seek to annihilate it?

As one who believes, I respect another who chooses to make the decision not to believe.  I have no ambition or passion to argue, bully or blackmail them into a state of change.  I have allergies which do not affect others; those do not prevent companionship.  Why should individuals be any less able to live alongside those whose beliefs in no way infringe on a peer, without allowing the peer the right, respect and freedom to think, accept and live by a different set of values?   That should be the goal.

Slugs, Spiders and Hen Food

Country life and its difference from that of the urban experience was emphasised, yet again this week, as I chatted and socialised with friends.  Fern, who has lived in the village all her life (as have many of the others) and who still sees her parents every day, reduced me to tears with the retelling of a day last year.  Her two year old daughter wandered in from the garden chewing merrily and determinedly.  Upon inspection, she was discovered to be clutching the remains of a slug.  Chuckling at my appalled expression, Gill chipped in with the tale of a local mum who had summoned her daughter after spotting two lines on her bottom lip.  Mouth prised open, said child was interrupted in her attempts to consume a large house spider.  The remains of the slug and the damp, but otherwise uninjured, spider were retrieved and discarded with minimum fuss.  Life went on.  It is definitely different from London!     

Filled with determination to embrace the “have a go at everything and expect almost certain success” attitude I admire so much in my local friends, I decided to purchase and take home a 25kg sack of food pellets for our hens.  (It’s a task I usually delegate to the men in my life!)  Using a trolley – no mean feat in itself – I wrestled the sack from the floor and conveyed it to the till of the animal feed store.  Focussed concentration and dogged determination got the sack from the trolley to the car, but no further.  After much contemplation – and a cuppa! – I realised that the answer to everything was our trusty wheelbarrow.  Surveying the horizon to check that none of my sensible and eminently respectable neighbours were in view, I dashed into the road with the wheelbarrow and positioned it next to the car door.  Muttering and grunting, I hoisted the sack from the vehicle into the wheelbarrow (of course, just as a neighbour appeared from nowhere) and after a smug jig of victory, I drove the sack to the back garden.  It wasn’t much in the eyes of the world, but to me it was a giant step in my resolution to live more positively in 2012 than I have ever lived before.  How are your resolutions going?