Monday, 27 April 2009

This is ridiculous …

I am in the process of trying to find a new flat with my boyfriend. Generally, we are not too fussy, we want 2 bedrooms, a nice kitchen and some kind of outdoor space. Sounds regular enough on paper. Obviously though, we each have certain wishes that it would be nice to fulfil: for him, an electric shower and close by to a park. Unfortunately, my wish has started to dominate our search and we are now actively seeking out a room that can double up as my ‘tango room’ — ie: a decent size, wood floors and on the ground floor so I don’t create mortal enemies with my neighbours. This has now narrowed down our search considerably and we have been left with not a lot of choice. The other day we found a flat which could be perfect. The lounge was HUGE (unimaginably so for London) with lovely wood floors perfect for boleos (I tried), it had the right number of bedrooms and even a garden. Its downside? — it was in the middle of nowhere, at least 15 minutes from any kind of transport links and frankly I’m not entirely sure about the neighbourhood! So its looking like a no, EXCEPT it did have a potential ‘tango room’ and now I can’t get it out of my head!

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