Back in 2008, the eccentric old fella next door bought my London Victorian terrace in Walthamstow. One fateful evening he popped round with his chequebook and asked, “How much?” And just like that the deal was done and we were on our way to Turkey for a new life in a foreign field. I wrote about it in that book. Cue the shameless plug.
I’ve been pretty lucky with buyers. My gaff before Walthamstow was also flogged off to a neighbour. Both sales saved me a king’s ransom in estate agent fees.
Last year, my old Walthamstow house came back onto the market for the first time since I sold it. Despite being in a very sorry state, it went for more than double the 2008 price tag. London prices really are crazy. I don’t know what happened to the eccentric old fella next door but it was really sad to see my pretty Victorian terrace with all the vivid memories of good times past looking so unloved and unlived in. I really hope whoever’s got it now will sprinkle a little fairy dust to bring it back to life. Because it’s a cracking little place for the right person.
Then and Now…
Perking the Pansies 
Oh dear! What a shame… I wept buckets when we sold our beloved house (which we had spent years renovating) to go and live in Jamaica. I wonder what state it is in now. Happy memories are places, as well as people. Our house (in Hackney) has probably sky-rocketed in price since the 80s. But I see prices are coming down now…
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Prices are coming down a bit but they’d have to be in free fall to enable us to move back. Just as well we’re happy where we are! 🙂
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Yes, that is good! Our son just bought a place in Hackney but I know other places are much cheaper and… home is where the heart is!
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Our house in Austin has changed hands a couple of times. We could never afford to buy it today. We could all be living under a bridge.
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Reserve a cardboard box for us 😉
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