My flat was built in 1986, is probably the smallest accommodation of any member, and is very convenient and cheap to run. I have never really been interested in my houses - my daughter chose all our furniture and decorations as soon as she was old enough. She said our black leather seating units, dark green carpet and orange curtains were vile! She had an Edwardian villa in Yorkshire, beautifully furnished and decorated with the correct period feel, down to chequered tiles in the hall. She has done the best she can with her house in New Zealand, but spends most of her time outdoors, growing fruit and vegetables, looking after the pigs and chickens and riding. She is now getting a boar and intends to breed pigs. It is so funny to see her transformation from smartly dressed business woman to countrywoman in jeans and wellies. She has never been happier. Is she still middle class? She couldn't care less.
(If higher education means I am middle class, fair enough, but I still feel classless! I don't care how people label me - they are mostly nice to my face!) 