Look everyone it's me and Lucia in our flat. This was the very second day after we moved in. The photo stars a wine bottle which was given to us by the shop Lucia worked in in Elie. As I remember it was quite nice. Also in shot you can see our fine bare floorboards, dating all the was back to one hundred years ago when the flat was built. A sharp contrast to the futon we are sitting on which was constructed not more than an hour previously.
Owning a flat is a bit weird. A foot or so below my feet is a ceiling belonging to Mr Caves, a really rather nice man who is a history teacher. Directly in front of me not more than two metres is a wall, which is painted and cared for on one side by us and on the other by someone else entirely. A man named Erol. Perhaps about twelve metres behind me is a similar wall which we share with Dave and Elaine. Above me is the roof space, which I'm told, everyone shares, even the people in the flats way down on the bottom and not even in the stairwell.
So I'm trying to work out exactly what we just spent £145 000 on.
Air.
Space.
We are living in a very expensive gap. Not the one with all the trendy clothes you feel a little bit guilty about buying because they were probably made in a sweat shop. Not a sweet shop, which would be altogether more acceptable. But a common-or-garden GAP.
Next time you're in a large open sapce take a glance about fifty or sixty feet up into the air and imagine a large rectangular cuboid 20m x 4m x 8m. That's what we own. (all measurments are approximate and do not form part of the contract of sale)
Do come and visit.
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