On the way home from the Radio Gaga treatment I called in on a new oppy that had been brought to my attention. It was a bit of a treasure. Not so much in what it had although there were a few goodies.
Rather, it was the layout of the place that was fascinating.
It is a typical Queenslander early twentieth century worker's cottage but was also a proper corner store. It has the wide front windows but was used as two flats for years. Now it is all opened up and has about eight rooms. I got confused as every time I rounded a corner to find another series of rooms leading in different directions.
The back verandah housed all the old linen and sheets. They were quite reasonable by local oppy standards too.
This is the children's wing. I could put a child or two in that end room and make the front one into their private playroom and study. Just saying. My lot could actually fit in this oppy as a big roomy house!
There were some enticing bits and bobs but, nay, I said! No more sheets or suitcases to hide them in until you make something out of the ones you've already got squirrelled away all over the farmhouse.
I could live in this too. It was a school long ago but is now a kindy. I used to live opposite it when I was a student but they have knocked all those great old houses down and put up unpleasant blonde brick units. This one though would make a very nice house for five children, a Big Fella and me.
AND it's just across the road from an op shop!
