Their old house was lovely, nice location, had a homely charm to it and a perfect place to bring up a family in. The current house is so soulless {no own personal stamp on anything} with a near on carbon copy of mumma K's simple but lovely garden. The exterior at the front of the property is fugly and no amount of #davidaustinclimbingroses/wisteria will ever hide it.
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DEFINITELY think they purchased that {over priced} semi-detached relic of a house due to the location of it literally being on mummas door step plus it would also keep Benpedo busy with something to renovate over the next couple of years or so.
Imho, I think the interior has been pissed about with too much. Floor plans are all higgedly piggedly. No way in
bleeping hell would I have ever put an open en-suite just above the master bedroom, to endure not only the sound of my husband taking a dump but also the waft of eau de poo dispersing from above
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Freya's bedroom looks like a posh prison of rose gold/beige. The kitchen is about as child friendly as having a party at Gary Glitters house.
They've ruined the back garden. Firstly, by putting up those hideous white fencing panels which swamped the lovely summer house {focal point of the garden} and decking a large section of grass outside the summer house with scaffolding planks. The garden is too busy with the cross design pea shingle flowered walkways which need to be continuously maintained or surprise surprise they become an overgrown mess. There's way too many big spreading perennials about. Freya will never be allowed to have any play equipment as it would ruin the grass and wouldn't be aesthetically pleasing. Would've been better to invest getting a qualified garden designer in, instead of having Grabby flick through the pages of say Gardeners World magazine going "I want that one...".