There is a house near where I live. It is my fantasy house. I think it may have been built in the 19th Century. It is detached and looks like it could have once been a vicarage. It is now for sale for about £700,000. A tad over my budget. What I can't understand is why the fantasy house owners would want to sell it. I suppose it is just not their fantasy house. Or perhaps they are fed up of that woman and her greyhound walking past extra slowly and staring at their house every week.
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