That’s two Saturdays in a row that I’ve had to divest myself of the bedclothes earlier than I’d like. Hurry up and fucking sell the place, this is getting very old, very fast.Update: To the people who were here earlier. I’m not sure what your plan is. I really don’t think you needed to see inside every single flat in the block unless you actually plan to move in – and, let’s face it, your next move really should be a nice little village where everything is on the ground floor and there’s a button by the bed just in case you need help in the night (and one near the floor in the bathroom, ‘help me I’ve fallen…’ and one by the door, just in case). And no, I don’t know how many car spaces there are, not being able to drive my interest in cars is pretty much non-existent and I obviously don’t own one, why don’t you just count them? Also, of course this isn’t the top floor – see the stairs just there outside the door? There’s a set going down…and another one going UP – are you blind or just fucking stupid? Really, how do such dumb people end up with money? If I promise to be even stupider will cash just fall into my lap? As for your other question…well, I lied. I can hear the people upstairs fucking, I can hear guitar boy playing, and, owning to a most unfortunate bathroom/bedroom configuration, every time someone takes a slash in the night I can hear that too. And on the noise thing, those stairs are awfully noisy and echo-y so I hear everyone opening their doors and clattering up and down and their curses as they trip through the haze kindly provided by guitar boy (as I type this, I swear the smell hits my nose) and a field of marijuana. Speaking of the stairs and fucking, I’m pretty sure someone upstairs has been using the stairwell for just that purpose – I can account for the noise in no other way. All in all, you wanna move in here? You wanna own this lot? Get thee back across the bridge, this place isn’t for you.