Ten years ago I bought my first ever home, a tiny one-bedroom cottage in the most idyllic part of North Dorset. From a mile away it looked like the perfect ‘play school’ home, you know the one I mean, white painted render on the outside, front door in the middle of the house with two sash windows downs stairs and two upstairs and a simple slate pitched roof with chimneys at either end gently billowing smoke over the Vale, perfect. Well, not really.The closer you got to the house the …