Not that I disagree.
Then, he fell in love with a £1,400,000 loft on Shepherdess Walk. And started dreaming about it. He started calculating mortgages and considering to create a third bedroom and rent the spare ones out.
Naturally, I think he should go for it. And obviously let me live with him for, you know, hardly any rent. And then I'll have enough space for all my shoes and books (The Boy won't be happy.)
I mean, how amazing would THAT be?
I started redesigning in my head already.
Even The Boy suddenly re-emerged as a newborn designer, insisting on a Minotti Cucine kitchen, which I have to admit, is not a bad idea at all. Who wouldn't love a bit of Bianco Perlino marble with split front edge, a labradorite white counter top in riven finish, or perhaps a bit of Egyptian ivory with wenge stained wood carcase?
Sigh.
Wow.
Too bad the finances didn't add up.
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