Known unknowns

As that nice Mr Rumsfeld* said.

We spent yesterday in Oxfordshire on a mission, shopping for a new home.

We made lots of notes about estate agents, towns, villages, shops, facilities, amenities and, of course, properties.

We looked at prices and kind of set our budget, picked up a local property newspaper and noted various details.

Then we arrived back home and set about making internet enquiries about various properties.

Having done that I spent some time making internet enquiries about possible homes for Vin.

Vin is, I guess, a little like a child in this respect. With a child you’d want a good school, you’d want a good area, you’d want good facilities for your child – in essence, you’d want the new place to be a total home (not just a place to live).

I think finding a good place for Vin will be the hardest thing about moving, though I would consider having to travel a significant distance away from the house if the right place wasn’t nearby.

But today one of the agents against whom we made an internet enquiry called to say that the property we were interested in had gone, but she took a bunch of details about our requirements and said when something else came up she’d call. Then she asked about pets and I said only a 16.2hh Thoroughbred gelding.

So she gave me the phone number of a possible home for Vin – and mentioned a couple of other places in to the bargain.

Perhaps I’m wrong, perhaps Vin will be the easier part of this little family to get accommodated!

B.

* Can you spot the irony dripping to the floor from there?