It's only been a few weeks but it's already hosted a flatpack party and seen a whole lot of nudity (all mine). This is my flat. I guess buying a place is probably a bit like going into labour - you forget about the all the pain and sweating and abandonment of dignity when you finally get to see what you've gone through it all for. That is, crossing the threshold and taking off all your clothes. Enjoy the photos.
And this is where I'm headed for the rest of the evening:
hmm... i must give you back your Freedom. Your bookshelf must look empty without it.
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