DH and I moved to this street in 2013. We soon noticed that no 42 was a bit odd. The grass and hedge were perfectly maintained. In the centre of the garden was an ornate raised stone planter with a small white rosebush.
But the house itself was a state. Crumbling render, old fashioned metal gutters hanging askew, flaking paint on the old wooden window frames. And the upstairs landing curtains, visible from the road, pulled 2/3 of the way across, like someone had pulled them shut hastily. They never altered their angle, not by an inch, for six and a half years. By the looks of it, they might well have been like that for twenty years.
Now the house is up for sale at auction. Obviously I have nosed looked at the specs online. There is only a floorplan and the blurb says that the interior is so dilapidated that prospective buyers are cautioned about viewing it as injury may result!
I am so fascinated by this house and its story. I love abandoned houses. Have you ever seen an interesting empty house?