Not about my flat

I know I've developed something of a habit of droning on in dreary detail about my flat in Edinburgh, the one that I one day hope to find myself living in. And I also admit that for people who are not me, it's probably not the most interesting subject in the world. So today I thought I'd direct attention away from my flat to, say, this flat instead.

It's the one next door to mine - I confess that I can only direct my attention so far way.

Seeing this flat for sale did bring one bit of good cheer - I admit that after signing numerous dotted lines and then handing over a bankers draft for a sum of money I even now can't quite believe I ever managed to save in the first place, I did panic a little over whether I'd paid an appropriate amount for my flat. Or rather panicked that I'd paid to much. I think I got over it reasonably quickly, but it's still somewhat reassuring to see the property next door on the market at a higher price than I paid for mine.

So, anybody want to be my next door neighbour?