Day 1 - Getting the Keys

On Friday night I got the keys. I got them pretty late though. After kicking Adam Smith's ass at Badminton and then cycling to Richmond, I found that all trains were cancelled. So I sat on my own and had dinner at Carluccio whilst waiting for a lift home. So I only got home & got the keys to the flat at about 22:00, and it was a bit dark to take photos. So here's what the place looked like the next morning...

The view just inside the front door:

And this is the view from the other end of the corridor looking back towards the front door:

Just next to the front door is another door that contains the boiler:

... that contains the boiler. A pretty useful storage space!

The next door along is the bathroom. A few weeks ago there was some kind of leak, so the floor got taken up and the side of the bath taken off. It looked pretty shabby:

Next up, the living room or front room or whatever you want to call it:

The french doors to the garden are the reason I chose this apartment. I like the idea of throwing open the door and having a cup of tea in the sun.

There are two bedrooms. A bigger one...

...with a wardrobe craftily hidden behind the door:

And a smaller one:

There's also a kitchen, which is a bit boring:

And as the Arctic Monkeys might say, here's the view from the afternoon:

Spot my car if you can: