Yesterday I took a long-handled thingy and swept away the cobwebs over the sink.
The scary Thai puppet with lots of different faces is no longer hanging from the ceiling in the dark alcove above the cellar stairs.
Ailz scrolls through properties advertised online in Sheerness, Chatham, Gillingham, Herne Bay. She gives me a running commentary- most of which I screen out. Here's one that that's a real snip. "Oh," she adds. "It doesn't seem to have a kitchen..."
She digs some more. The missing kitchen is in the cellar. Naaah, I think not, but there are still pages and pages to go.