A house that does not have one worn, comfy chair in it is soulless.
-May Sarton
We built our house from scratch, Mr Y and I. Whilst searching for a new space we could call our own, we stumbled onto our property-to-be. It was a big plot of land that had been repossessed by the bank and subdivided. It was north-facing, on a slight hill, and surrounded by acacia and karee trees. I remember that one of the thorns from the trees punctured a massive tyre on Mr Y’s 4×4. It was …