Well... sort of. A bit more convoluted than that. I and a colleague worked with the then conservation officer to get it listed, so I know it well. It does deserve a more unified use though... and its early use of concrete ignored for far too long.

I surveyed this building some 40 years ago for a potential developer. Back then it had internal concrete ramps to drive cars up, but they have now gone...

Late Father-in-Law's father was butler there... He moved on to Apethorpe as the last butler of the Brassey family before they moved out.

Doing my architecture degree I wrote a paper on Burges. I did a measured drawing of the facade of Park House, Cardiff. Many visits as a kid to Castell Coch and Cardiff Castle. Was looking at his furniture in the museum in Bedford recently. You could say I like him... he also had a pet parrot...

Dined with him once. A wonderful guide around the house and a good story about the origins of the design of the house. A real gentleman.

She was the foundation stone...

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be... community cannot be 'created' - it's organic, just like that...

Read the Bethnal Green study on the Architecture Degree. Level the terraced housing and move the community out to tower blocks... and that's where the community collapsed...

My Dad was driving lorries for Cynon Star Transport. All their jobs were cancelled by the lady owner and they were sent with a police escort to carry away spoil as it was excavated. He came home exhausted...

Many thanks! I'll give it a try... Cheers.

If you don't mind me asking, which software did you use to create the format? Thanks... I use Publisher, but the big M are pulling it next year.

My Great Aunt Nin was a spiritualist, and they used to meet in a first-floor room at the top of the Rhiw...

At least get rid of Grade II and Grade II*. What a daft system. Maybe four grades down to 'important contribution to its surroundings'.

As an Architect with experience of heritage buildings writing a course on this at the moment, the first rule is that buildings lie about their age...

Well, I would except mine turned out to be a ringer. Made from two different cars welded together... fun while it lasted though...

Father-in-Law worked for an undertaker. Short-handed he asked if I would help to collect someone recently passed. Returning, we wheeled him in with the others in the freezer. Seeing I was nervous, he said "Don't bother about this lot, it's all them live ones out there that you should worry about..."

My Dad was the only one not to work for the NCB... started as a parcels boy at Garw Station and became a signalman.

As a kid listened to my Grandad coughing after a lifetime down various pits in Blaengarw... the Woodbines didn't help either...

There yesterday... impressive, and nice coffee!