In the summer of 1997 I had a fallout at work due to
not getting enough holiday and unpaid leave to satisfy
my need to be away from Cambridge. I had started going
out with Becka and commuting 200 miles up to Liverpool
for weekends, routinely taking off Monday mornings for
the drive back. As a consequence I took up homeworking
(for the same company) and lived in her boring flat over
on the boring Wirral on the other side of the Mersey.
One day she was having a walk around the city at lunchtime
(something I couldn't do because it took half an hour on
the train each way) and spotted a strange house...
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For sale September 1997 by Liverpool City Council by auction.
The sealed bids had to be in three days after Becka spotted it.
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It had a lovely back garden...
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and a really welcoming front door.
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Inside there was a handy bathroom for two...
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Especially if you were both men.
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We were impressed with the security on the windows.
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Although the joy-riders have got close, none have made it into the compound.
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We are well served by our local cathedral.
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It has a nice view of our garden from the top.
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And doesn't ring the bells very often.
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