So when our ex-landlady phoned Richard earlier this week so she could pass on a couple of letters that went to our old house, and told him the house was going to be knocked down the following day, we just thought that meant that she had permission to demolish it. We really didn't think it would start before Christmas. And assumed that, once it was knocked down, the rubble would sit there for weeks, maybe months.
The following day, a friend who lives in our old street phoned and lunchtime and said that she'd just seen a sad sight... a crane sitting on top of a pile of rubble that used to be our house.
On Friday, she told us that most of the trees had been cut down too, and the basement levelled, and the patio removed...
So today we finally went and had a look. I didn't really want to - after all, we spent eight-and-a-half years of our lives there: all the boys' teenage years, all our experience of home education. All the other houses we've lived in are - we assume - still standing. We knew this one had a limited life even when we first moved in, but even so it was quite a shock to see the site. All that remains is the garage, a tall Cypress tree that needs permission before it can be cut down, and a palm tree right a the front. Every bit of rubble and rubbish has gone.
We're trying not to think about the lovely orange tree, and the several lemon trees which we watered carefully for eight summers, and the bougainvillea that did so well on the front porch...
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Sorry about the house, but I dropped by to wish you a Merry Christmas and to thank you for being a blogging buddy.
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