In Search Of

We got the kids up early today (9 a.m.) and we're paying the price of a day spent mostly in the car visiting would-be rentals. Charlotte is in major melt-down mode, so while other visitors to this lovely city are out enjoying the pubs tonight (the weather is gorgeous today), we're hunkered down in the hotel, eating take-in, watching one of the worst movies ever made "Thomas and the Magic Railroad," which stars an overly-earnest, over-acting, seemingly drugged-out Peter Fonda.

So, we have seen three houses and we now refer to them as follows: "Linoleum house," which boasts one of THE most beautiful gardens, complete with full-time gardener, a great price and the WORST interior imaginable, dark, dank, stained grey carpets and linoleum in the dining room.

Then there's "the cracker box,' a lovely, lovely period home on a super street, just a stones throw from Cambridge City Center and the River Cam. We love it, all but the size, which is four bedroom with four fireplaces and nearly no closets and positively no storage. Great price tho.

And finally, we have seen "Modern American," a house that's outside our budget with a huge kitchen, bloated five bedrooms, purple walls, a nice, overgrown garden and a location I don't much like. It's so very American. I hate it.

On Friday we see another row house, a bit bigger than the cracker-box, we're told. it's a block from the train station, in more a bustling area of Cambridge, it's also next door to some new development and they've built a playground directly next door (which at the moment i see as a good thing).

wish us luck!

Back to the movie and wishing Paul would go fetch me a bottle of wine...and a straw.