From the time I moved to Bedford and spotted this house I was seized by an almost indescribable urge… I want it!
And every time I see it, even now, the longing is no less intense. Not being a particularly materialistic person, nor overly concerned by my physical surroundings, I find myself at something of a loss to explain this curious desire.
There’s just something about it that appeals to me so strongly its almost beyond words.
Needless to say, its not going to happen (sob sob!). For very good reason(s)… firstly, it appears to have been converted into flats or individual apartments (oh, the crime of it!), and secondly, I couldn’t afford it anyway. Not unless I won the lottery or something. And to do that I’d have to take part in the lottery in the first place.
Ah well, there’s no harm in dreaming I suppose 
This is the neighbouring property, almost equally as nice…
(Addendum: Hmm… now I’ve fully embraced this post-processing lark I notice that I could have cropped that pic at the head of this post a bit better. Problem was, there was some rubbish on the left I needed to (and did) get rid of, but I didn’t want to cut any further into top or bottom (if I want to maintain the same aspect ratio, which I do), so I’m left with that bit of a house on the right which, to my eye, throws the whole pic out. Should have composed it better when I took the shot really, but options were a bit limited given the position of the house in relation to its surroundings. Oh well, try harder next time.)
Perhaps it is my being an American, and how it skews my perspective of everything, but these homes should come with Helena Bonham Carter, right?
Well, that’d be a fantastic bonus but if really forced I s’pose I could be persuaded to settle just for the house.. at least for the time being.
I’d settle for Helena. Houses are a dime-a-dozen!