A History of Homes.

For 2 years I lived in my granny's house with my mum and dad and brother but of course I don't remember it.
Then we lived in a huge Victorian house with a massive garden and an elm tree. It was beautiful. I lived there with the same parts of my family until I was 9.
The immediate family emigrated as £10 Poms and after a short time in a flat that we rented, we lived on the edge of the Australian bush in a bungalow which was set in a developing estate. newly built for all us Poms. It was a 3 bed but expanded to 4 when my granny and her new husband joined us for 2 years. The furniture was stylish Swedish, a foretaste of IKEA and my dad still has the "room divider" consisting of bookshelves, desks, cupboards, LP dividers and so on.
When we left Oz, we lived for a few months in a rented house near my secondary school and I slept in the garden shed with a tin roof, rather than share a bedroom with my older brother.
Back in England, I stayed with one then the other of my aunties while Mum and Dad looked for a business.
We then lived above the business, a shop, in a 17century black and white house. The best thing about living here was that I got my first dog, but we didn't stay long and were soon back in the suburbs of Birmingham in a semi (1950s?).
Mum and Dad went up market to a bigger semi with a beautiful garden in a posher suburb but I had left home and started my own life of "changing homes".
No photos as I don't yet have a scanner.
More later. The farm is at the end of a long list.