The last time I lived in a place made of bricks, wire and glass it was one in which I paid a landlord for the privalege. The landlord collected the rent with a precsion of punctuality - but when things went wrong he was not so quick to put them right. I left that place and I lived on wheels for four years - and if I promised myself one thing it was that I would never again live in a home owned by someone else.
And when I found a property on the internet it seemed just too perfectly suitable. So I arranged with the agency to visit the three bedroom flat that was for sale on Hayling Island. And when I entered this property on a seafront I knew I had finally found my home. And also my sister who came as a consultant on this sort of thing also saw that I had found my home.