We looked at an 18th century cottage yesterday. We're toying with the idea of a bigger space and there seem to be a few bargains around.
The place that we looked at had been empty for a while and had a small, shared courtyard.
We soon found out that the neighbours were experts at dealing with pesky estate agents spoiling their saturday morning peace.
Frau Random Doubt did wonder wether old man scratching himself in his underpants came included in the asking price whilst I marvelled at the charming yappity small dog that was released as I inspected the grounds.
The place was a non starter. I have since discovered that a good friend had an identical experience. 4 YEARS AGO.
I've also discovered (from same friend) that the building has issues with a scary sounding phenomenon known as 'chemical damp'.