Phew, it’s tropical here in Guildford and it’s only May. It seems only yesterday that we were suffering a coda to our Siberian winter. It is difficult to work in the dining room with the sun streaming through the patio windows; the garden enticing me outside to come soak in the rays rather than stare like an automatan at a computer screen, trawling through reams of tasting notes whilst listening to LCD Soundsytem.
After picking up Lily from school, we head down to Burpham to view another house. The abode itself is fine except:
1) it stinks of stale fags
2) the garden is completely overgrown and feral. Even the weeds are protesting.
3) a busy trunk road on the other side of the fence provides a constant, deafening soundtrack of lorries and speeding cars which…
4) offers a prevailing breeze of carbon monoxide.
My wife’s look of disgust sends the message loud and clear to the estate agent. No.
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