I appear to have tonsillitis again (AGAIN?!?!?!?!). Not definite yet, but the stonking sore throat, shivery feeling, headache is a bit of a give away. Maybe it'll just turn out to be a common-or-garden cold. I blame the nephew though, I think he gave me it. Fortunately Monkey has yet to succumb (think how much whinging he'd do with tonsillitis).
So I have been sleeping, picking up knitting magazines posted through my front door by the postman (!) and browsing property websites for that perfect house. I did look round one on Saturday, just to start me off. It could have been very nice, but needed about £15000 spending to make it like that. It also had it's own parking space (very nice) but no other outside space at all (not so nice). Oh and it was on a busy road. But it was quirky, Georgian, Grade II listed (hmm, that means not being able to alter anything though!) with big beams and decent sized rooms. I'm veering much more towards older terraced houses (pre-war, Victorian or earlier) as the rooms are just so much bigger and they also have much better storage spaces. Why don't modern houses have built-in cupboards/wardrobes/interesting spaces over and under the stairs... Where am I meant to store my yarn in a modern house?!
Also, Newark-on-Trent, where I'm moving to (hopefully), was once a centre for the wool and cloth trade (according to Wikipedia). How about that then?!