One day, when I grow up, I will own an old house with amazing period features, in an overgrown jungle of a garden, a stone’s throw to all the inner city action. Leadlights and archways, fireplaces and sunrooms, winding stairs and balconies with potted plants, a rooftop conservatory and sundeck with views to the city skyline. It will have a name like “Friars” and I will fill it with my treasures and be very, very happy. This could almost be my dream house. I’d just have to change that dining room. The curtains are killing me! Maybe some rugs in the living room. Get rid of the wall to wall carpeting. More books in the family room. Those shelves are screaming out to be filled. See I’m making plans already. Stalking in Centennial Park, Sydney. Link while it lasts.