At the beginning of February I fell in love. That’s a lie; actually, I fell in love in October 2016. I fell – hook, line and sinker – for a Victorian end of terrace house in our village. I walk past the house at least three times a week to drop Busby off at preschool, and it lured me in with its beautiful brick work. It’s solid wood front door. And it’s Downton door bell.
But it ‘Sold TBC’ pretty swiftly and the dream of living in a Victorian house with huge bay windows was gone… until February this year, when the sale fell through and it came back on the market.
I had a viewing booked within a day of seeing the ‘For Sale’ sign go up. [Read more…]