The house that ticked all their boxes turned out to be no more than five miles from where they were living at present. It was nearer to Henry’s new hotel workplace as well. It was situated down a long tree lined drive in which every house along it was of a different design. Joanne nodded approvingly as they glided past. Most of the houses, but not all, were quite big set in large gardens but the one they were inspecting was smaller, of modern cottage design, and much newer than the rest. The average age of houses was in the region of twenty to thirty years but theirs looked as if it had been built yesterday. And it had a smaller garden. Joanne remarked on this. The estate agent, a fresh faced, very young man in a pinstriped suit and a shock of bright yellow hair piped up.
‘It was squeezed
