Did anyone get to near the end of the Estate Manager's tour of the teeny tiny cottage? In particular when he does the 'tour' of the first floor bedroom and informs us that the oak lowboy is 14C or 15C (!!!) There must be some very unscrupulous, (and very rich), antique dealers in ye olde Cotswolds who can spot a gullible towny a mile off. 1300 or 1400 my eye...more like mid 1700's at a push!
Also, no viewing of the top floor bedroom, but then they couldn't get the mahoosive, super king sized bed up there could they? Don't these numpties ever measure anything? Reminds me of when the chinless wonder ordered the Christmas tree that was taller than the room
Also, no viewing of the top floor bedroom, but then they couldn't get the mahoosive, super king sized bed up there could they? Don't these numpties ever measure anything? Reminds me of when the chinless wonder ordered the Christmas tree that was taller than the room