The house I was born in off the Fulham Road in London is now on the market for £5.6 million. We lived there until I was about 6 or 7, and I think my parents paid £11,000 for it in 1960 and that was almost double what they expected to pay originally. Our ‘nursery’ seemed huge, but was basically the double windowed bedroom on second floor with a bunkbed. Can’t remember much else other than we had a rocking horse. Looks like they have done some major refurbishment since then though, and I was once told that the line ‘To get your kicks at 66’ by Elvis Costello in “(I Don’t Want to Go to) Chelsea” was written about the house – although that would have been nearly a decade after we left.