Cold Comfort Millions.

I have driven past this building now and then for 15 years. It has always fascinated me. It has been deeply scruffy for as long as I have known it, it is a really wild farmhouse manor.
I used to wonder who lived there. I fantasised about knocking on the door on some crumby pretext, to have a look. I had a feeling there would be no empty Farrow & Ball tins lying around, and certainly no black marble kitchen. I wondered also who lived there, with such disregard to upkeep, fashion, garden showing off, and so on.

I went off to pay for my logs today, and saw a For Sale sign.
The old guys, or who ever have all gone. I can no longer knock on the door, I will never meet them. But I can have a good look round, as I have made an appointment to see it on Tuesday.
I managed to sound undaunted by the price, One point something million, and another million needed to make it habitable. Certainly no marbel kitchens then.

I am longing to see how it looks. How bad is it? How fascinating this time will be. I hope it will be a time capsule. I am still kicking myself for not going a few years ago. I bet that would have been a story.

I will keep you posted next week.