Feast of Fools

Er. Bought a flat. ^_^;;;;;;;;;

It's very frivolous. I'm most ashamed. I've already been thoroughly mocked on the subject by almost everyone who's heard about it, but y'know, feel free to join in. ^_^

It's very small but beautiful, on the top floor of one of those posh little developments on the south bank of the river right opposite the westernmost end of Canary Wharf. It does indeed look, thankyou Dad, like someone dropped a Nissen hut on top of a tower block, as it's got a completely pointless but pleasing arched roof running the length of the flat.

Oh, and I may not have mentioned that it has a twenty-foot balcony at each end. ^_____________^ The east-facing one (living room) points directly across the river at Canary Wharf, which therefore completely fills the windows on that side. And the west-facing one (bedroom) points straight into the city, from whence (although I haven't actually managed to catch it on a clear day yet) apparently you can see from Tower Bridge to Dulwich.

So yes. Suddenly my life is full of solicitors and mortgage applications. This is the not-fun bit, but if everything works out I could be living in it by Christmas, just in time to freeze to death on account of the sheer surface area of glass the damn thing's got. ^_^