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Thursday 19th January 2006
 
Oh, I remember what happened today. During my lunch break, me and M**** went to see a house on Canterbury Avenue (the Bowerham area of Lancaster). I don't know where to begin with describing this house. Nausea. Chintz (sp.?!) induced nausea. At the top of the stairs, in one of the hallways, there was a tiny cot, with some kind of small china doll in it. This particular china doll was of a tiny baby, but the skin was all grey/brown . . . as if the thing had been mummified. There were china dolls (although thankfully less macabre) positioned in each of the beds, surrounded by lovely, frilly, lacey curtain material. The antique bolier was wallpapered. Oh, and the back garden contained this enormous, raised fish pond (the fish themselves were each about two feet long), which I couldn't see as suitable for an A******. Considering the amount of work that we would need to do this place, and the cost that would entail, it was also ridiculously overpriced (which probably explained why it had been on the market for almost a year . . . well, that would probably explain the reason most houses in Lancaster had been on the market for so long). I would consider this house as my second choice, if we could get the price down to something sensible. Anyway . . .
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