Oh, and we have to build a new house. We can't move an old one because of my mother's protected trees, and a weird angle or something. I don't want new! I want charm, and inconvenience, and constant upkeep! Sigh. However, it must be said: there *was* a certain distinct charm to this showhome when we went through it. Blonde wood? Grey carpet? Scarlet accents? Perhaps a strategically placed vintage window or two? I can see it. Now let's hope the council lets us do it.