It’s every little boy’s dream, to own a train set.
To have it permanently set up, the engines pulling carriages around the track, with working signal boxes and level crossings. To play to their heart’s content, and have the ‘choo choo’ whistle blow as the little puffs of steam rise into the air, the clacketty clack of the wheels going round, passing the plastic sheep and other livestock on make-believe farms and through tunnels into tiny villages.
It wasn’t just little boys. I wanted one too.
And yesterday, my childhood dream could have been a reality.
There was just one little catch.
The train set was in a static caravan in someone’s back garden. But that wasn’t the catch.
The catch was that the caravan (and train set) were included in the sale price of a property we viewed.
The property was, let us say, in need of some serious TLC.
There was a sky light in the roof that wasn’t by design. This had resulted in additional air conditioning in the bedroom, and that was just the start. Internally, it needed new everything.
The entire back garden was a shallow paddling pool due to some poor drainage from the property on the other side of the fence at the bottom. We pointed out to the agent where it was pouring in and we haven’t had rain for five days.
But the train set was a bargain.
It should be marketed as
FOR SALE
ELECTRIC TRAIN SET
CARAVAN AND HOUSE INCLUDED.
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