Project Normandy Lane

Its been 9 months since Helen and i moved int our new abode situated in a pleasant village on the south coast of England.Have to say neither she nor i have regretted the move as it is so peaceful and verdant here looking out into the garden listening not to the sound of traffic but the endless chirping from feathered wildlife.August our cat amuses as he watches them hop around intent on catching one but failing miserably.Bless him, he is getting on rather.
We took the decision to move in the summer of 2009, july to be precise, when just by chance i suggested we take a little drive round a village that had previously caught our attention. Normandy lane was our first port of call a small row of bungalows which Helen swears isnt an estate, not even a small one.Sitting in the middle of a row sat number 24 which had a for sale board on it .afetr making an appointmemnt with the agents we sauntered back to it and undertook our very first viewing, one of several as it happens.Helen became enthralled, not so much with the house which was quirky, but I think the area itself.She just loved it.Undfortunately the timing was all wromng because depsite us hurriedly putting our hopse on the market hoping for a miracle sale, it was not to be .No 24 was sold two months later,The disappointment we felt was marked but i kind of knew in the back of my mind that eventually we would end up on that street .
we undertook several other viewings over hte ensuing months in different areas but none really gra=bbed us quite like normandy lane.Eventually we decided we would wait for a firm offer for our house before getting excitred again.
Now this part for my money is the worst part of moving home.the phone call from ones agent telling us that Mr Mrs so and so wanted to view our own home .Spic and span we rushed like blue arsed flies trying to get everything just so to impress knowing all the time that something was not quite right.Nothing was neutral for one thing except maybe the bathroom.We liked vivid colours then, yellow and peach and my own bedroom had been colourwashed a kind of orange and the woodwork was darkish pink .So very bohemian.On top of that one of our neighbours had turned their back yard into a junk yard which was very visible, in fact one viewer remarked on it.We did get some interest but the wrong kind ie the prospective buyers did not have an offer on their property.afetr a while one just gest kind of cynical about the whole thing as the months rolled by.
Come february and Gerard  and his Mrs turn up to view Eton rd.By this time we had grown rather resigned but they did make an offer which was rather disappointing to say the least being that it amounted top a 10% drop on our price.Nevertheless I decided to have another look around Normandy lane to see if by any chance a suitable property could be found .as luck would have it there was and whats more it was at the same price as Eton rd .Magnifico! I went back to Gerard and told him that the house was his if he could up his offer, which he did although not by much as was having difficulty raising a mortgage to cover the total. Anyway to cut a long story short

a beginning with Queso ye

well i got to start somewhere havent I? so as its late and i am tired I thought I would start with the phrase queso ye. Meaningless isn't it ? well yes if you are English or German or speak any other language apart from Spanish it is an even though you might do so it still does not rank high in the making any sense stakes.In other words -no tiene sentido!
Now you might look at the first word , presuming of course that Castillian is a language you are familiar , and think cheese and of course you would be right, but the second one consisting of one syllable, ie- ye, well you might think the word has been misspelt.Instead yo would seem the correct term.It means I of course.Then again why would you say queso yo? It means cheese I.Not good Spanish and its translation is not good  English, whichever way you look at it.So what could it mean- queso ye .Its an anagram  of a well worn phrase ie que se yo , meaning "how do I know"
Now I am of to bed to collect my thoughts and dream of further enlightening blogs