Sometimes I hate real estate stalking. Sometimes it just makes me mad. Mad with jealousy. I want a barn with blue shutters. Old timber and quaint doors and soaring ceilings and a big fire place. I want a claw foot bath and an old vintage sink. I want to live in a quaint country town in a street called Wombat. I want this barn .... full of all my things. Lend me some money please? I'll let you stay in the "guest wing". Link here while it lasts.