I know it is wrong for a woman now in her 50s (just… just) to get all cutsie pie over little white worker’s cottages but I can’t help it. I always want to pinch their chubby little house cheeks and muss up their curls. Maybe because this one has a touch of gingerbread trimmings. I know I would like to drink some tea with the owners at that table up close by the chimney. Just keep that weird expanding hallway well away from me. It’s like a bad trip or more like a bad camera angle. For sale in Malvern, Melbourne while the link lasts.