I'm looking forward to seeing all these so-called beautiful council homes spring up all over the shop. Your average council house used to be a bog-standard terrace with a slab of concrete in front to park the motor or a block of flats with deck access specially for the muggers and running water (mainly on the walls).

You could tell them a mile off as they all looked the same until, of course, that Maggie Thatcher flogged them all off and the next thing all these two-up and two-downs had Roman pillars and lion statues in the front gardens and enough gnomes to make even that Chinese emperor with the terracotta army feel jealous.