plonky if location isn't a big deciding factor my initial thinking is house 2, as although it needs a bit of tarting up it has allocated parking and obvious room for a washing machine, neither of which are immediately apparent in house 1. That may just be because they aren't in the pictures though. I spent a couple of years in a shared house where the only parking was on street. It was a pain as you could be certain that the times when you needed to park near to the house - say after dark, in the pouring rain, when you had loads of shopping, the nearest space would be 3 streets away.
Stormy manacles you say . Tempting
. Although she'd be sure to work them out before they'd really earned their keep. Tonight she has spent a good twenty minutes undoing and doing up the various child proof buckles on her booster seat. I take it all back, I don't think she's dim. I think she is a budding engineer. In pink. With sparkly glitter and high heels.
Incidentally did you come out of your rightmove induced stupor yet? London is mad. The whole of the SE is mad. You don't have to be mad to live there, but it certainly helps 
Finally feeling normal again today for the first time in weeks. Bl**dy thyroid. Pregnancy is a pain, because thyroxine needs increase, but not necessarily in line with the re-testing reschedule. I've obviously been running way under for a while now. No wonder I've been tired, depressed, run down, and a bitch to DH. Doctor rang me today, doubled dose, by this afternoon I was on a high, managed a big batch cook during nap time, did all the ironing, cleaned out the freezer, and didn't so much as flinch when the toddle did her level best to drive me half demented whilst I tried to cook tea. Frustrated with being ignored for a whole minute she actually bit the back of my knee
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On the house hunting front, I had a word with DH yesterday and got his solemn oath that I will not under any circumstances be expected to move into an enormous barn of a renovation job immediately before or after giving birth. If (and it's a big if) we ever do this It will be post the newborn phase. I calmly pointed out that having me collapse and die would not assist him in his plans to be the next great business mogul!
Speaking of himself he was actually home in time to do bed time tonight. Not teatime or bath time, or milk time, or dealing with the dogs time (unfortunately), but the person sitting upstairs right now listening to a constant not very tired sounding stream of doidy talk is not me
. Ahhh bliss.
Eco I forgot to reply before, I'm 23 and a half weeks... to be precise. This is kind of terrifying, because in less than 4 months I will have two. Argggghhhh