this isn't actually my car...

our agent was embarrassed

It was a small miracle we arrived when we did. We had less than a week to buy a house and a storm was coming. Our plane landed mere hours before the storm.

We arrived to find six inches of solid ice in my parents driveway. It was thicker than the sheet in a hockey rink. The snow banks were so big you could only see the top floor of the pink palace - their suburban Dartmouth two story - with dusty rose vinyl siding no less!

It was March Break. I had never seen so much snow in Nova Scotia in my life. Well. I hadn’t until some puckish weather imp gave a gleeful grin and dumped another three feet of snow over the next eighteen hours.

Once the plow cleared the streets the next day, the top floor of the pink palace had disappeared. All that remained was the ridge of the roof. Our agent had six homes lined up for us to see. Curb appeal? We could find that in ‘street view’. Besides, we already knew the house we wanted. This was merely an exercise in due diligence.

I wrote yesterday that in reel…