Yes, I love mine - very old, very quirky, very untouched by modernity, cold, draughty, very impractical in many ways, but every time I walk through the door it wraps its arms around me, hugs me and makes me feel welcome and safe. It is watched over by all those who have lived, died, been born or conceived in it, over the years, and I intend to do the same, when my time comes. There are also two gargoyles, (salvaged by a previous owner, from the original Palace of Westminster), inset in a panel in the reception room. They too watch over the house, and me. And I share my home with bats, mice, shrews, spiders, woodlice, violet ground beetles, and, in the spring, sparrows nesting in the roof - all welcome, it is their home too!