My husband was teaching in N.ireland, where we're both from, and in fact we've retired back there, but in 1975 he applied and got a post on a higher scale in a boys' school in Sittingbourne. We travelled over on the boat for his interview, he got the job, and we had 24 hours to find a house. We'd lived in a school house in N.I. as it was a boarding school. We trawled around the estate agents and hadn't much luck until we were driving down a road where we saw a lovely little Victorian house with a for sale sign outside. We didn't have an appointment to view but knocked on the door and explained the situation to the young couple who were selling. Think we saw it for about 10 minutes, went home and phoned the estate agents with an offer which was accepted. We moved in August and sadly my mother died suddenly just two weeks after we moved so I was very homesick. I wasn't very happy in Sittingbourne as found it unfriendly compared with where I came from, even though a very troubled time in N.I, but it was a lovely little house and a real sanctuary for me at the time. We only lived there for two years as he got a head of department post in another part of the country and, although happier where we moved to, I did miss that little house.
Good Morning Monday 27th April 2026
What do you think animals think about sharing the planet with humans



