Like Fleurpepper an attic flat, ostensibly furnished but a dump, freezing in winter, roasting in summer, coin in the slot meter and 10 guineas a week.
It was in a nice part of S London, very close to Greenwich Park but without access to the tube it felt very “outer suburban” although there were overground trains to Maze Hill and the 53 bus.
I could not wait to move to our second, unfurnished flat across the Upper Richmond Rd from Richmond Park.
Does how a safety device looks put your parent off wearing it?
