No.3 

After a load of 'hereinafters', 'to-be-known-as' and 'forthwiths', Mr and Mrs Lot (not many people know that was Noah's surname) initially rented Plot No. 5, later to become No. 3, ( they hadn't really got the hang of numbers in those days) to Mr Guy Rogers for the princely sum of £12 per annum in 1912.

By 1919, Guy had built a bungalow on the aforementioned plot, named it 'Kismet', paid another princely sum to connect drinking water from the mainland to the bungalow and had become a shareholder in Thames Ditton Island. On return from active service, he  sold it to Thomas Higson who lived at 'Kelpie', another Island property (anyone know where?)

A succession of tenants followed until 1939 when Plot 5 became No.3! By then there was a footbridge and a main sewer ....'to which the Tenant could connect the said bungalow so to do upon the terms hereinafter contained' !!!! (I don't understand it either)

Not much is known about who lived at the property during and after the second World War but the next available deed of covenant documents the purchase of 'Kismet' by Mr and Mrs William Kness in 1983. There are a few islanders today who remember Bill and Sylvia. After Bill died, their daughter, Lynn, and her husband Neal Dean purchased the property and built an extension to the aforementioned bungalow for Lynn's mother Sylvia.

This is where we uncover evidence that another of Noah Lot's animals must have escaped: RABBITS! Not only was there a very large rabbit run in the garden and a grave to a rabbit under the rosebush, but also Lynn and Neal produced four children. Neal phoned his good friend Dr Who to get advice on building a Tardis. He set about building a replica Tardis but before he could complete it, his wife decided the whole family should relocate to France. After selling to another family of six, they were off!

Enter the Steel family in 2002: Harriet, Martin and their four sons. 

No. 50

Ciao, Vivo al numero 50. Lo avete venuto a contatto di prima che ma riuscissi soltanto ad uscire in agosto. Sono un'anatra della varietà di plastica gialla. Ho usato vivere con Noah e la sua famiglia ma hanno ottenuto troppo di massima nel bagno in modo da ho deciso andare. Studio le lingue all'università di Esher in modo da sto provandovi il mio italiano (T Hee Hee!) l'amore di I che vivono qui ed io infine sono riuscito ad eliminare recentemente tutti i miei carrelli di shopping, qualcosa sono stato significato da fare per le età. Vado spesso per una bevanda con il mio buon amico Cuthbert l'oca del Canada (non avete saputo che il suo nome reale li ha fatti?) so che osserva una punta scruffy ma non può contribuire ad avere ale come quello ed esso sono che cosa è parte interna che conta. (che è squisito!) a volte, Il heron di Hermione li unisce ed abbiamo una giusta risata, particolarmente circa il ventilatore del Ivan!
{translation: Hello, I live at number 50. You have met me before but I only manage to get out in August. I am a duck of the yellow plastic variety. I used to live with Noah and his family but they got too rough in the bath so I decided to leave. I study languages at Esher college so I am trying out my Italian on you (Tee Hee Hee!) I love living here and I finally managed to get rid of all my shopping trolleys recently, something I have been meaning to do for ages. I often go for a drink with my good friend Cuthbert The Canada Goose (You didn't know his real name did you?) I know he looks a bit scruffy but he cannot help having wings like that and it's what's inside that counts. (That's delicious!) Sometimes, Hermione Heron joins us and we have a right laugh, especially about Ivan's blower! }

The Small Yellow Duck (to be said very carefully under the influence of alcohol) lodges at no. 50 with Mr. J. Bloggs. Please see Mr. Bloggs's appeal for help in the News section.

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