The entrance was in-between a small and quite grotty pub frequented by city dwellers and the odd policeman and a flower shop run by an over excitable woman in twin set and pearls. Needless to say, we had many arguments over where she placed her plant pots....
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The entrance was in-between a small and quite grotty pub frequented by city dwellers and the odd policeman and a flower shop run by an over excitable woman in twin set and pearls. Needless to say, we had many arguments over where she placed her plant pots. Opening the door, I saw hideous red paint all the way up the swirling stairs, which led to the first floor. There was the living area with more red paint, the kitchen, which was painted red and more stairs leading to two bedrooms and a yellow cum aubergine bathroom with a red toilet seat. Someone seriously had a fetish with the colour red. There was also a further set of stairs leading to a small and private roof terrace, which someone had bizarrely painted silver. That is to say I thought it was private until an unfortunate incident a few months later when in full drag looking like an extra from Strictly Come Dancing I realized I was being watched by fellow neighbours while trying to do the tango….on my own…can I blame the gin again
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