In early 2002 a drinking buddy took me to one side and asked if my girlfriend and I were interested buying a house with him on the heel of Italy.
After much deliberation we politely declined, reasoning we had enough on our plates renovating our gaff in a slightly shabby area of Cardiff.
A year on, and with our funds disappearing at a rate of knots we had a change of heart.
We’re now the proud (co-)owners of a townhouse in a small Sardinian village.
How did that happen?!
