I can't tell if it's a converted church, or a house that has been modified to look like it's a converted church. Whatever it is, I fell in love with it the first time I saw it.
Whoever lives here must work during the week, because I have never seen a car in the driveway on the days Emma and I go past. I have vowed to stop and knock on the door to introduce myself, if I ever go past and find any sign of anyone at home.
I tell my dear Husband that this house will be my widow's retirement cottage. I will fill the yard with roses and the house with cats. He just laughs at me and nods.
One day, I will meet the person who lives here!