This was the first home my then wife Ruth and I purchased together and as my Green Card application was meandering its way through governmental purgatory, I set about renovating our 1880's home while the “Leader of the Opposition, Owner, Breeder & Trainer” was off being the major bread winner, making me a kept man of sorts.
2 From the front of the house, I was chuffed to see quite a few elements that I installed/replaced/updated were still in use, like the exterior trim, front porch French Doors & side light windows, the roofing as well as the front entrance steps. I was saddened to see that they had painted over the original stained doors and interior trim that Ruth and I kept as part of the original features.
3 The rear of the property on the other hand was like some kind of fucked up Picasso finger painting – it was all over the road like a mad woman’s shit. It’s undergone several renovations thats consumed most of large back yard and appear to be poorly planned add-ons and not been integrated well.
4 Do I feel any sorrow about what they did to my first matrimonial home – no, it’s the new owners property as there is no accounting for taste. I have the added benefit of not being able to see it from my house – so care factor zero.
