This is for the record, part of the family diary. So I shan’t apologise for the excessive photos. Much as I would like to.
We bought our house in Mt Albert in December 2006, three weeks before Astrid was born. We’re moving back to London on May 31st 2008 but we’ll keep this place for now.
The only work we did was to paint the kitchen and part of the hallway white, change most of the curtains and take up the carpet in half the living room.
By the time we leave there will be white walls and polished floors throughout the house. In my head reside plans for a complete overhaul, which will be done when we return one day with pounds in our pockets.
That or we just sell and move to Cheltenham.
We’ve not been in a position to do much to this place and I’ve never really been happy with the interior â€“ although I love the house to bits.
Our stuff kind of sits awkwardly in it right now. Our things just don’t match the rooms â€“ or the yellow stained wooden shelves.
There’s plenty of room for everything. I’ve got three work areas;
The shop room.
And the office.
I’ve been lucky to have half the living room for my sewing. It would feel too lonely tucked away elsewhere.
The exterior’s gorgeous â€“ a 1940s california bungalow with the garden of my dreams. It’s been the perfect house for beginning our family, and it’s a comfort to know it’s here waiting for us whenever we decide to return.
The blue of the hallway proved too much for us this time.
A dark space I’m sure our books have appreciated.
A cool refuge it was in the hottest Summer in ten years.
We’ve lived with the magnolia.
And the brass light fittings.
The yellow ragroll has graced our bedroom on a daily basis.
Strangely, it’s peculiar charm has rather grown on me.
I’ll probably miss you house. I’ll definitely miss you garden and leafy streets. I won’t miss the hideous local shops where I have to hold my hand over my nose as I walk past the rows of Chinese takeaways and Internet CafÃ©s with blacked out front windows. Mt Albert was once a graceful area â€“ a lot of it still is â€“ but sadly the shops have gone to absolute ruin.
Another good reason to move to London (that and the Caerphilly cheese).