Think you might need to calm down a bit and realise that your experience in another country really has fuck all to do with this scenario.
I think it’s a nice house though not to my taste.
My house was built in 1898. It’s a semi detached red sandstone cottage situated in a private road, which is a cul de sac and has an entrance to a rambling wood. We get loads of dog walkers. All of the houses are sandstone properties. Some are massive. Others are like mine. Not gigantic but bigger than most new builds.
We have high ceilings, ceiling roses, picture rails, open fire places, the original coal house and laundry in the back garden, book cases, lovely pictures on the walls, loads of vinyl including my parent’s, other stuff that belonged to my parents and grandparents. I could go on but I won’t.
I love my house. According to some on here, I am middle class. I’m not. I’m working class.
How can you assign a class to a house?