Well... this was unexpected; 
Could it be this trip was going to yield something decent? After ‘M&K Wildman Roofing Specialists’ and ‘Crewe Electricity Works’, a bonus would be nice, so long as I could keep my legs AND see the spoils.
We pulled up with me expecting some crappy derp, with walls missing, floors missing, as well as the roof. That's generally a forgone conclusion.
The road was quite busy, with houses overlooking, but I no longer peer about before jumping, even for passing cops. They would probably screech to halt and interrogate us, but I no longer care.
Walking through messes like this has become second nature, though it doesn't get any easier, and balance is always an issue. It's best to stick both arms out wide to your side, in an exaggerated motion.
I hear that’s supposed to help… right?
If I had bought a handy axe with me, that annoying weed come tree could be safely chopped down and I would have a better photograph.
Thais type of 'tape' tells me the cops have been at least once. So what happened here, a grisly murder perhaps? I am never going to find out, lest the body is still inside.
My guess is it’s a Volkswagen Golf from the 1980’s, any better guesses?
Did someone drink a full pint of milk and have an unfortunate accident? Perhaps not.
Nice and easy, through the side window and on to a nice comfortable mattress. It's always wise never to trust what's under it or what could be lying on the surface. Never roll inside, as much as the temptation takes you.
It was looking more like something decent by the second, though extremely vandalised.
That's a box of tissues, a little on the damp side but serviceable, especially if you have a snotty nose, or a winter virus.
Why can't you leave the bloody fridge alone? There are so many cunts who like to waste their time pointlessly lugging heavy white products around in these places.
Warning: Do not use? I had to zoom in for a closer inspection. The water supply has been cut off, so don’t do your laundry. Well dammit, I had a full basket full ready I was going to service while exploring the rest of ‘The Grundig House’.
Always read the labels before using the local amenities. My soiled shirts, socks and jockstraps would need to wait.
More clues; the previous owner had just one leg. I searched for more information and for a prosthetic leg.
Does anyone pay for the TV license these days? In 2010 it was a criminal act not to. In today’s world, its simply civil and downgraded, thank fuck.
One of those 'insurance' offers from the local utility company. Of course, this gives away the name and address, so I had to do a little editing.
It’s got UHF, Long and Medium wave, and the reason for the house’s name. There were plenty of other items inside, but this was the feature.
It was remarkably unscathed and I have no doubts it would work if plugged into the mains.
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I love old newspapers and you can read the dialogue if you zoom in a little. Old Cortina's, with those ugly looking rear lights, I remember them as a child.
1973, that’s about right, and back then all we got was bad news just like the present day.
Durban is a long way from…, almost gave away the location there, oops. Who lived here, a South African who liked his big gaming. Would keep away from the lion myself, it might fancy a little 'human' as dessert.
I am far from convinced the original resident left these on the floor. I should have inspected the contents on the mattress, but I can guess it’s the homeless again.
Lovely, I did spray the place down. That combination of air freshener and stale grime mixed with rotting food makes you want to smile, leap up and down with joy, laugh and embrace the world.
The looters couldn’t open the drawers fast enough, which led to them falling to bits. Take your time people, and leave the fucking belongings alone.
If you took these and laid the mattresses on them, then you would get a much better sleep AND I could see what's in the bathroom.
If you hadn't guessed, we were upstairs and finished. The structure of 'The Grundig House' was intact and very solid.
Not a hoarder house for a change. There were items of interest but we didn’t need to climb over piles of clothes and other stuff to get where we wanted.
‘The Late King George VI’. That puts this mower manual in the early 1950’s, but after 1952 when Elizabeth took charge. Watching ‘The Crown’ has its benefits.
I could have stomped across the sofa on the right crushing the wallpaper that had naturally shed from the walls due to damp, but there seemed to be little far side.
A nice old clock, the wire tells me it’s an electric clock?
We vacated thinking, ‘this is as good as it gets this trip’. Hindsight tells me I was correct.
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