Good morning from a clear E Kent. It seems that the forecast fog hasn’t materialised. It’ll probably form at sunrise.
I received several videos from DD, while visiting the flats. She said that that particular estate agent was totally clueless. She did speak to a much more helpful different agency. The upshot, after a 3-way video call including DS, is that I should visit a couple of places with her, so she can have an idea of what is important to me. Duh! She is going to arrange more viewings and I’ll go with her this time.
She also wondered that , if I wasn’t going to a “proper” retirement flat, did it matter what type of flat I bought. Since it was her idea to go to a retirement village, I forbore to comment.
I didn’t rush our conversation because my relationship with DD, though very affectionate, is rather difficult - on my part at least, as I suffer from acute foot-in mouth-itis.
Today, I’m off to church, then tidy up a bit for the local estate agent’s visit tomorrow.
I hope you all have a quiet day, with a few rays of metaphorical sunshine to light it up.
Carpe diem 🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩