I first saw the empty Post Office on one of the those internet house buying sites. You know, the ones you go on and look at all the amazing houses you definitely can’t afford. It was my favourite pastime. I would search and dream of one day buying a really old house that I could do up. I saw the post office – it’s a three storey weavers cottage – tick. In Smithybridge – I had no idea where Smithybridge was so I looked it up – near Hollingworth Lake – lovely – tick. It’s huge – tick. As they say on all the house programmes “it ticked all the boxes” (don’t you just hate it when they say that?) Unfortuately, unlike the people on those house programmes I didn’t have “a £500k budget for the country and only £150k for the pad in town” – in fact I didn’t have any money, just a 2 up – 2 down in Oldham. Ah well!
Twelve months later my dear old Mum died. She was great, my Mum, a real trooper. When she died at 86 I was sad, of course I was sad, but most of all I felt really proud of her. I’d had many a conversation with her about what a wonderful life she’d had (though she’d not really done much apart from working and bringing up the family) and how it was “about time I wasn’t here”.
And so I had a chunk of money – nothing like those “location location” budgets but enough for my post office dream to be a possibilty. Thank you Mum.
I looked – it was still on the market!