Tickets, Money, Passport?

My flat is really tidy. Not necessarily clean, but tidy. My chosen agent came round to take photos and measurements earlier and so I tidied and now I am wandering about trying not to mess it up again. I'm sitting occupying a very small neat space by the laptop keeping things neat. It's feeling somewhat oddly repressive.

It's a lovely mock spring afternoon, perhaps I should pop out instead of sitting here being neat?

Actually I'm researching agents to go and see tomorrow. Looking at lovely flats that are under offer and trying to be as realistic as I can as to what I can afford and indeed what I really really want. Zigga Zig Ah.

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