‘You’ve really got a problem’ said Daughter. It was the fact that I now spend more time on Rightmove than I do on facebook. I understand it’s something called addiction. I’ve got it.
I was always somewhat weird about houses. But never more than now, obviously. The House Book, that first gift from the Resident IT Consultant, eons ago, didn’t improve me at all.
But what might have set me off more than anything else, was my year with the G family. Back – you know – in the dark ages. The good old days. Mr G was an architect and he’d designed their house, which at the time I was a little underwhelmed by, ungrateful witch that I was.
Now, I see what a 1960s design gem it was. Is. Then, I arrived expecting some old house to lodge in. If not Victorian – because at the time I didn’t know about such terms – then Edwardian or nicely in-between the wars. And I found myself in a house like many Swedish (i.e. modern) ones, except it was English.
With my recent Rightmove addiction I had a little look to see if the G’s house was on there. It was, because it was sold a few years ago. I almost wept with happiness to see how totally unchanged it was. Same furniture and all those 1960s features intact. I got impatient with the Resident IT Consultant for not remembering.
The Gs talked about houses. They talked about periods and all things interior and exterior. Just as with the book collecting, this was new to me. I loved it. I remember thinking how clever Mrs G was for knowing what defines a Victorian house!
Harking back, I realise that their house was a mere 15 years old when I lived there. Now it is 50, and I’m hoping its new owners are being kind to it. Keeping it as intact as it’s possible.
And I no longer feel I need to live in a pre-WWII house for it to be real. I could quite see myself in a 1960s gem.
But the most important, and lasting, benefit of my year with the Gs was learning so much. A proficiency in English was a mere side effect.