I got the en suite tiled out ready for Mick's return by the skin of my teeth. I'm slow. I make mistakes, but in the end my work passes muster. Mick gave it the thumbs up on Saturday. I am physically exhausted from my efforts and am taking a day to catch up with everything else. Back at it tomorrow. We got the shower, toilet and wash basin in this weekend so I can get on with finishing the grouting, and the decorating. I also need to start the tiling in the bathroom, which we gutted yesterday. My thanks to Allan and Sue for letting me shower at their house while the sealants set.
I want to have a look at my complicated situation from another perspective completely. The starting point, which easily gets lost in the excitement. There are many angles including my horrible previous three years and a need to move on. Our banks are a factor though for sure. Here is what happened from that point of view:
I am early retired and a net saver. My retirement plan was reliant upon the interest on my savings. Lousy British interest rates mean that what my British bank pays for borrowing my money, is derisory. I don't have sufficient income, therefore I am drawing down on those savings. This situation is common for older British savers I believe. My solution was to take my money off the bank and invest in property that I can then generate an income from through rent. Needs must. The personal twist for me is that with a social network in Sweden, and wonderful summers spent riding my motorbike with friends, I had another more interesting route I could take. So I bought the drop dead gorgeous little house in the forest, and moved my money to Sweden where interest rates are higher. It works for me (I hope).
A hero of mine, Charles Darwin, once said that it is not the strong that prosper. It is the flexible. I certainly try to live by that law.
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