GAZUMPED!
Sold. The sign was like a punch to the stomach.
‘Ow, Mum, you’re hurting.’ I realised I was squeezing Ellie’s hand tight. ‘Sorry, darling.’
It was silly that I was still letting it get to me, two weeks after we lost the house. ‘You have to let it go, Meg,’ Simon said. ‘There’ll be other houses.’
But there wouldn’t be another like 3 Woodside Gardens – though, to be accurate, it was 1 Woodside Gardens that had first captured my heart. A gorgeous semi-detached honey-stone cottage with huge windows and wisteria trailing over the arched doorway.
Number 3, its mirror image, was a bit of an eyesore by comparison. It had been painted a kind of grubby white, and the original stained-glass front door replaced
