I have put a good deal of energy into renovating this old Victorian
2up2down. 1876 it was built, as I understand it, and the horsehair in
some of the plaster I had to replace seems to date from such a time.
There are some photographs here that tell some of the story.
I have put my house up for sale. Dissatisfied with living in the
city, (after having my car vandalised a few months ago and being burgled
at the beginning of August) I have decided to move back up into the
hills where I lived between 2000 and 2003 and wrote my PhD. There, in a
year or two, when my life has slowed down sufficiently, I will be able
to write a book. I have already stopped going to choir. There are many
other involvements from which I will now gradually pull back, to lead a
quieter, slower life, with room for views, for thinking, and for
writing.
N.B. Took house off market again in October, when it became clear the market was heading rapidly downhill.
Update 2016
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Back on the market – for a third time – still trying to get this noose off from around my neck.