Here's my pad - shows what happens if you reach 'old fart' age and status and have been lucky to move at the right time in the UK housing market. It all started with a small two bedroom job needing loads of work in a not so popular part of a town called Epsom.
We've moved a total of 5 times (so far - well, who knows...) in our 30+ years of marriage. This came up at the wrong time from a family size point of view (we still had our two boys living at home as teenagers and we only had two bedrooms in this place), but the right time price-wise. We managed to get an extra bedroom added in time to prevent the domestic equivalent of World War 3.
The house is the gate house to a park and was originally just the square bit with the funny chimney stack sat in the middle of it. It dates back from mid 1800's and has been extended a number of times since the 1950's. There is a wierd-looking main house in the park itself, that has been divided into five separate houses. I'll post a picture of it later. The main house claim to fame is that it was used by Joe Kennedy when he was here as US Ambassador during WW2 - like to think that JFK may have run around my garden when he was a boy....
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Last edited by Cyclefrance; 10-31-2005 at 06:39 PM.
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