|Mine, mine, mine!|
|The inside plan|
|Any house can have a staircase but a divided staircase, that's just class.|
Since my current shack is too small for a Hippo fountain bird bath and this has just come on the market, I'm thinking of moving. It's not Toorak and not that old but is just 15 minutes away. My mother and I watched it being built and loved it but Dad would never slow down enough for us to have a really good look.
I love the stair case but looking over the plan I'm sure I could put in a lift for one somewhere.
I hate the thought that some creepy developer would pull it down and build townhouses for gnomes over the block.
To have a good look, nick over to Domain and get houses for sale in Cheltenham and make up your own mind about the decor. It does not look over rooftops but across the road is the parkland retreat for the Nuns of both denominations.
Mick the Mower would be in heaven with the money he'd make from those lawns.
I'm still trying to decide which bedroom would be the library but I think I'll have to go for the bow window music room. Floor to ceiling books and one of those ladders on wheels to reach. Downstairs, I must have one wall of glass to show my China dolls or my crystal glass collection (rude noise to Highriser).
I know I'd lose weight, look how far away the tv room is from the kitchen, I'd need a maid who'd hand me a plate, tell me that's all I'm getting and that she's hidden the sweeties somewhere in the mansion. Up and down those stairs, weight gone and me as well, written on my tombstone, Chocolate does kill. The IceBear could have his own room with kitty toys and en suite kitty litter. He's not good with directions, I might lose him for a week or two.
I hope the photos don't come out with copyright all over them, after all I'm giving the realtor free advertising.