It was everything I could have hoped for.
Dirty, stained, run down, stinking of fags or cat pee or something. Barely habitable, peeling paint and wallpaper, with a handicapped bathroom and no kitchen to speak of. It was perfect!
But looking past that, French doors to a large communal garden, four bedrooms (which would become three), period features, storage and a minute’s walk from the park and the tube.
It would need complete refurbishment (could I really go through that again?) and the price was way too high for that but I loved it and who knows, it worked with France.
It goes without saying that it would be right up Big T’s alley and he’s being the voice of reason, not having seen it yet.
An excited realist.