I'm beginning to feel like I'm one of those implausible twenty-somethings from a TV show - you know, the ones who live in great apartments in the centre of expensive big cities, while having only mediocre jobs (or, in our case, no jobs yet at all). We've just found a great apartment in the centre of one of the most expensive big cities in the world. By centre I mean within walking distance of Leicester Square, Oxford Street, Piccadilly...the whole Monopoly board. By great I mean big (for London), modern, clean, with an actual kitchen and bathroom, and very, very warm. The implausible part is that we'll be living there for the next two months for half of the usual rent, while the current owner is off travelling, and the rent includes all the bills, cable
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