A house opposite just went on the market.
They only arrived mid-2021 (I know this because we were doing some house renovations at the time).
Punchy price, we’ll see.
Ordinary house but I am nostalgiaing over my first car (mine had Rostyles but whatever).
Looks mainly cosmetic. The neighbours appear to be able to access the lower garden.
I’ll never quite comprehend why SO many people insist on setting houses’ interior decor at total odds with their architecture - like here ~1940s house on the outside / wonky stab-at C16th interior with spasms of Arts’n’Crafts [sic] and tepid gouts of Laura Ashley…
Mind, the opposite is worse - buy a well-preserved period gem and gut it into the minimalist white box of some psychopath’s dystopian ‘dreams’. That should carry the death penalty…
All that said, I’d forgive that place a lot for it’s top-floor Overlook - perfect second system / neighbourscope material 
Gonna cost a fortune in repeat skips to get rid of all the fucking cladding, mind…
And I’ve just received a mailshot from the local estate agents that describes house buyers as “applicants”.
Yeah, that’s not dysfunctional at all.
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Unsatisfactory. Most unsatisfactory.
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I like the bookshelves, and the garden “pod” looks nice.
But all the rest of that eye-popping bling 
As my “auntie” used to say: “Lots of taste. All of it bad.”
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- Totally modernised and improved…
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You would need a daily window cleaner just for the mirrors (and that bath!)
About time
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There’s tiny bits that are nice in there, but it’s all drowning under a sea of shite. Very much a monkey’s and typewriters scenario.
Also, polished stainless steel is about the most demented material you could use for a kitchen.
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Looks like somewhere the laughing uncle from Mary poppins would live.
It’s cost SOOOOOOOOOO much money to make it that fucking nasty!
Nice collection of long case clocks in there.
That place is pretty well known round here (Wigan) and Drew Pritchard visited once in an episode of Salvage Hunters, he described the guy who owned it as a folk artist.
It’s in a bit of a weird area, right on the border between a big council estate and rural character properties.