I recently had the misfortune of reviewing the new Charman house. No, not misfortune. What’s the word? Pleasure.

It was pure enjoyment from the moment I stggered out of bed with a hangover until I fell asleep drunk again that night. The spacious rooms are combined with a concise backyard complete with a neighbourhood loon.

The guest accomodations are extensive, with backyard access, bunkbed, desk, closet and drawers. There was one small issue about the bed and the low roof. Some perverse person had placed the bed so that if one sat up in bed, one would bang their bed on the low overhead beams. This causes trouble if one sits up in the brief moments between waking and the brain turning on. I am a great believer in the use of pain as a memory enhancer and this soon ceased to be a problem.

The aforementioned low roof restricts juggling to five balls or less and the electric oven is luke warm at best. The only other concern is that there is no quick getaway from the house for those on the run. These are easily compensated for by the delicious water and the proximity to Southland. The trees in the backyard, apparently fragile, withstood much damage during filming.

Entertainment was provided by a loopy neighbour called Steve. His anctics were easily observable from the safety of the observation deck in the luxurious front room or from a reinforced shark cage on the front lawn.

I give this house 4 thumbs up.

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