The flat echoes

Back to Chalk Farm where the empty rooms echoed strangely. 

We sat on the kitchen worktop (chairs not being an option) and talked about our memories of living in such a fabulous little flat and such a fantastic area. 
And so another moment of nostalgia awaits as we spend our penultimate night back in the midget’s bed. It looked much smaller than we remembered having hidden it under our bigger bed for the past year. 
The last weekend. 

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