An Inspection!

 

As I've said many times, I have a wonderful landlord.  It's a charity which lets houses only to retired Anglican clergy so tenants are very well vetted before they move in!

Anyway, one of the ways they are wonderful is that all houses are inspected regularly so they can plan maintenance and improvements.  Personally I think my house is fantastic anyway: occasionally I have minor niggles but when I complain everything gets sorted.

But yesterday was The Inspection.  It happens about every five years.  I don't have to do anything other than make sure the surveyor can access everywhere he wants to access.  And I make him a cup of tea.  And feel slightly embarrassed as Annie-the-home-enhancer hasn't been since before Christmas.  

For me one of the joys of getting older has been that the world actually feels less critical – or maybe I no longer care so much!  Even when my house is inspected I can’t get terribly worried about it.