Spent 45 minutes standing around a faintly delapidated, but well-priced, house in Manor Road. It's been a government-supported rental for 10 years now.
On the plus side, it doesn't smell of cat pee, it smells of dog pee. That's a little easier to get out. Unless Plague and Dsukit decide it's an invitation of some sort.
Couldn't get into the house, will try again Saturday. My father was out there with us--he and I only recently (within the last year or so) made up after four years of silence, so he's still pretty cheerful about helping me out.
Father: "I'm glad to come out. I would have been happy just to hang out in the culdesac with you for an hour." pause. "Which was what we did."