lucky to be blessed with generous and caring friends that saved me 2 weeks worth of London hotels π₯Ίπ₯° donβt mind the pimple on my chin, itβs called STRESS π΅βπ« among the latest house hunting developments: went to see a Β£1,600 pcm flat last week only to realise itβs across the road from a prison π₯² and as if that wasnβt enough, the first thing I was told by the landlord is that the previous tenant passed away *last week* of a heart attack and the door is broken as police had to break in π all his clothes were still laid out on his bed, and the belongings were there too, and they were already re-renting the place! π€― oh « but the door will get fixedΒ Β» though π I wish I made this up, but I am not wicked enough to imagine such a thing π i was in and out of there in 2 min, appalled by how money driven some people can be π to make matters even more shocking, i got an alert later that day that the flat has already been let π