I get anxious and depressed just looking at her flat. For such a small space where do you even start? It needs gutted
. My home is beautiful but I still see little annoying jobs that need doing and it does my head in. If I had to wake up in a haze of half painted walls, half wall papered ceilings, visible pipes, 90s radiator covers, diamanté, silver and gold tat, a stock room of shite in the corner of my a postage stamp living room and not forgetting that
bleeping statue!!!!! AND let’s not forget the Bon Marche wardrobe
. And my only escape was to a sweaty, soulless tin can in Clackerwick. Well let’s put it this way, I’d be taking more than one
bleeping Sominex!