The milliner and I got back from the notary this afternoon, finalising the legalese stuff, and are now each part proprietors of a domicile. Why the chickie agreed to enter into a mortgage with me, I’ll never know. I’ll simply chock it up to her being either crazy or loving my patchouli smell.
Now we just have to find a way to maintain said domicile. I’m thinking that, now that she’ll have a proper studio, the milliner will get back to, well, making and selling hats.
Imagine, we could be living in a chapeau shop.