Here’s a cautionary tale:
My mother was a sentimental person who clung to “the house” and other possessions. She clung to “the house” when my father wanted to sell at a time when property values were high and move to a smaller place closer to the medical services they needed. She clung to “the house” after my father passed on and refused to sell. If she had sold when my father wanted to she would have money in the bank today and would have had years in a nice new place that did not cost a fortune to maintain.

Following my father’s death time passed and mother became both unwell and demented. The house became a dead albatross around our necks. Worse still it was full of junk we had to pay to be shed of. Property values had fallen dramatically and in the end “the house” sold for under its value. consequently, we children have to top up the house ale money that combined with the pension income pays mother’s rent in the long care home where she now dwells.

Nothingprofound – profound, as always!

Check out the before and after photos here

Teen penthouse