Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
We went to see this property today. It’s massive, It used to be a presbytery- but fortunately religion is dying down. Just fifty years ago there were thirty people living there. Last year the last holdout had to move into a retirement home and so the church didn’t renew the lease and now the property is up for sale by the town hall.
The interiors are grand. Great ceiling height, huge windows, beautiful staircases (2 of them). Enough room for a good number of decent sized apartments- and a superb address, right in the town centre on a wide tree lined boulevard.
I know the idea was to relax, buy rental properties that were already done and making a profit… certainly not to take on the redesign and remodel of a huge place and create 10 apartments 🙂 But I’m not sure I can resist. A few days ago Mike was fighting me on it. He thinks I’ve been stressed for a long time and I could do with a bit of a break and we don’t really need to make more money. But I put my foot down and he’s coming around.
I’m 37, I don’t want to be done. It may mean a lot of work, but it doesn’t all have to be done in a day. We can make our own schedule at leisure. Take as much time as we like. It’s not like the banks are offering great returns on savings anyway. I’d rather the money go towards property.
I’ve always liked the idea of proper-tay. On occasion when I was little and we’d drive towards one of my grandfather’s properties- he’d do this little scene and say, “Oh, look at that, isn’t it magnificent. I wonder who lives in such a spectacular place?” I’d laugh and laugh. Now I sometimes do the same thing to Mike. Time flies, doesn’t it?