Tuesday, January 13, 2009

LegoLand

Owing to the grim circumstances we find ourselves in, Mrs G decreed that we would feel better if we went house-hunting. Although only present in body I fooled her into thinking I was interested and off we sped. After inspecting a number of properties I decided that next time the urge took her, our time would be better spent architect-hunting (with dogs).
I’ve also decided that 200 grand + is too much to pay for an extended cigar tube with a postage stamp garden and a garage that wouldn’t take a Tonka Toy. Are these people joking or what?
And how dare they call themselves architects. Call me old fashioned and a bit of a romantic but if you were in their position wouldn’t you want to leave something to be remembered by? Like a curve.