After four and a half years living in "edgy", "vibrant" and "alternative" Brixton, I have relocated to the suburbs, for a life more befitting a man who now has more grey hairs on his head than he can count.Whilst cleaning my old bedroom, it became apparent there was a bit of dust about the place. In this case, a "bit" equating to "a lot".
It's honestly the dustiest flat I've ever lived in - it's not just that we were clatty bastards, honest. Considering it was laminate flooring-tastic and there were virtually no soft furnishings, we remain at a loss to explain where the bloody stuff came from. My theory is that there was a cleaner who was murdered years ago in the flat and this is her revenge......
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