...by a 'bumped' offer to purchase! The wee house on the Trent River that we so badly wanted has gone to someone else...someone with a better offer. This means, of course, that our schoolhouse - with her mighty red tin roof tiara, treasure filled white shed, and gardens for days - shall remain with us. Though the 'for sale' sign continues to sit on our front lawn, I think it's safe to say this demanding diva of a home has got a firm grip on us.
