Nothing but the best

When we found out for sure that we were coming to England, Susie spent a bunch of time online, looking for places to live. Through a chance email to an estate agent (that's what the Brits call a realtor) she found this great house that's about 35 miles from work. Now, back in the states, that's not so bad, but here that's about an hour drive, each way, every day. Fortunately, the house is well worth the extra drive. It's an 18th century Georgian farmhouse, older than my country, but recently remodeled (as you can see if you clicked that link above; those pics are of the work in progress). It has a plethora of bathrooms: three upstairs, one downstairs, and one in what we call "The laundry house." Two of the upstairs bathrooms are shared, each by two of the four bedrooms. The third upstairs bathroom is in the hallway at the top of the stairs, and so infrequently used that I often forget it's there. Earlier today, I had occasion to use that bathroom, and was reminded again of oneof the quirky things I love about this house (click on the picture to see the writing):



That's right. It's a Royal Doulton toilet. How posh is that? (If you don't know Royal Doulton, here is the link to their wikipedia entry. By the way, they're now owned by Waterford Wedgwood)