This is going to be replaced as it's all rotten.
Please note ancient fireplace, which we plan to keep. Although we'll probably replace the hearth. Assuming we have any money left after installing central heating.
We spent all day scrubbing & bleaching the kitchen (and bathroom). If you say you can't see any difference, I shall probably cry.
This is one of the few parts of the house to have been renovated since 1972 (possibly earlier).
The shower is awesome - hot and good water pressure. That's all I really care about for a bathroom anyway, other than that it's clean.
Part of me wants to keep that funky little gas fireplace, but I know it's just not practical. Also note minging carpet. The previous owners had five cats. I think it's going to have to be steam-cleaned, but we won't bother replacing it until the central heating gets done.
This is part of what frustrated me so much when we first saw this place. It deserves to be fixed up properly. Not like this!
Lined with bookshelves. Again, nice concept, execution leaves much to be desired.
This is so not the third bedroom. This is my art studio. Observe me staking my claim.
If you dare!
There are some gorgeous plants in here, they've just been neglected for over a year.
Full of extremely happy frogs, though. Which is great because it means it's not full of those harbingers of evil: mosquitoes.
There are allotments behind us, which makes up for being on a main road in front.
I'm still wrapping my brain around the notion that we own this place. I had completely talked myself out of the idea that it would happen after being messed around by the sellers. I was ready to spend a few more months in London. Now I'm looking at becoming a Cantabrigian at the start of next month, I have a mortgage and I'm moving in with the bloke. This life thing, it putts along and lulls you into a sense of complacency, and then suddenly everything explodes at once. Tricksy life.