On the Sly

We are not planning to move house until next year. We are not looking for a new house.

This is the gist of what was officially decided at the last Board of Directors meeting between the two (official) managers of this household: me and FH.

And yet, somehow, we seem to have started looking for a new house.
It started with the odd, casual perusal of web sites. A sort of "Sunday afternoon" filler activity.
Then one or other of us would bring home a newspaper, or a magazine.
And both of us would grab it and scrutinise the house adverts.
One fine day, FH cracked and called an Estate Agent.
We visited a house. Then another.
And now it occurs to me that we're visiting a house every weekend.

But neither of us has admitted that we're actually house hunting.
Maybe we're not. It occurs to me that this may simply be our new, nice-weather hobby.
After all, there's something very pleasant about the whole game. Circle an ad, make an appointment, pack a picnic, drive out for a visit, indulge in a little post-visit criticism.

Or maybe we're simply like those couples who aren't officially trying to get pregnant... until the day when - wow, shock, horror! - it happens.

Anyway, we're still not officially moving house. So I suppose we're just indulging in a little innocent flirting with other properties.
Don't tell anyone, will you?