Y el premio a la puerta más bonita del barrio es...

Me parece que todos los que leéis el blog habéis pasado por delante de mi casa (de mis papus, mejor dicho). Sabéis que es una casa en medio de una de las calles más transitadas de la ciudad y rodeada de edificios.
Ciertamente, es una casa curiosa. Todo el mundo lo dice, ya sea para mal o para bien. La verdad es que por lo "curiosa" que es la vivienda, es conocida por bastante gente del barrio.
Pues resulta que en otoño cambiamos la puerta de entrada y ha dado un aspecto tan diferente a la fachada que todos los vecinos que pasaban por delante se daban cuenta del cambio.
Cuando semanas más tarde mi madre se encontró con una vecina, ésta le comentó que el tema de nuestra portería estaba en boca de todos los conocidos del barrio y que habían llegado a la conclusión que era la portería más bonita del barrio. Me imagino al consejo de vecinos decidiendo por unanimidad una elección de tal magnitud.
(Otro día comentaré el "pequeño" incidente que hubo entre los bomberos y nuestra bonita chimenea de leña)

Our House
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...
Our house it has a crowd
There's always something happening
And it's usually quite loud
Our mum she's so house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down
And a mess is not allowed
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...
Something tells you that you've got to get away from it
Father gets up late for work
Mother has to iron his shirt
Then she sends the kids to school
Sees them off with a small kiss
She's the one they're going to miss
In lots of ways
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...
I remember way back then when everything was true and when
We would have such a very good time such a fine time
Such a happy time
And I remember how we'd play simply waste the day away
Then we'd say nothing would come between us two dreamers
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...
Our house, was our castle and our keep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street