One of the nicest things about having buidling work done is seeing what's behind the walls we have already. In the case of this house there's brick, and there's wood and there's mud and hair. Let's face it, there's probably some dung too.
I'm actually quite sad that we've lost these walls now; it feels like we've pulled a bit of the soul of the house down. I know it's only one of a million Victorian terraces but seeing all the holes for all the nails that held all the wood strips that held all the mud and hair somehow reminds me of all the people who've lived here. It's a good ittle house, that has worked hard for lots of families for many years. And now us three are here, making it our home too.
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