Full marks to the hapless Lloyd as he struggles with the "White with a hint of . . ." matchpots. Number 13 will no doubt look like a little palace by the time has finished. It's refreshing to see anyone in the Street attempting to add lustre to their homes. Let's face it, the dwellings leave a lot to be desired. From the Rovers and its Tardis-like interior (a Tardis decorated by a myopic Mae West . . .) to the chintzy claustrophobia of Rita's flat, none of it is particularly desirable. I've expanded on what I consider to be the worst offenders over at
http://clinkerstoriddle.blogspot.com/
If you had the chance, which home would you like to take the wallpaper scraper to? Or maybe even a wrecking ball? Does Sanita's over-stuffed front room drive you to distraction? Is Sally's conservatory a carbuncle? Will anything ever be worse than the Len 'n' Rita seventies hovel at number 9? Over to you!
