As a child, it was always the case that if you got my mother drunk enough, after a while she would become a little maudlin and proclaim that all she wanted was a cottage in Norfolk to run away to. Well, it took 30 years, but now she's got one.
It's available to hire, and I just built this little site with wordpress (for the CMS) and Flickr for a little photoblog so my mum can upload photos without destroying everything.
I've also insisted that we get broadband and wifi up there, so that I can use it as my secret hideout.