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Most of the large garden belonged to the house. There was a wide terrace,
with a magnolia tree, borders sprinkled with muscari and irises, a
top-of-the-range children's climbing frame, and, at the bottom, a patch of
nettles and scrub. The sun was shining and the air was warm enough to wear
a t-shirt; it was one of those days when you realise with relief that
summer has come. I stood there in the sunshine listening to birdsong and
feeling obscurely happy, seized by certainty. The lane was a nightmare:
narrow, with no turning points. It was lethal to tyres, and it didn't feel
remotely like the wide and elegant avenue behind; it felt like the side
road to a factory. `I like it; it's edgy,' I told Joyce.
The address would be 1, Ivy Grove Lane. That decided it. It was too nice an
address to pass up. `I want it,' I said recklessly, oblivious to the first
rule of house buying, ie., don't look too keen. Charlie hadn't even seen
it. In the sunshine, squinting at the rubble and ferns, I offered the
asking price.
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