Dirty house, nice people, but dusty house, dirty house, some more dirt, and a creepy ghost town where no-one speeks in the pubs.
I dont think I've been to any creepier - It was like that feeling you get when you are staying at a kids house in primary school, but you dont really like them, or their dad is a weirdo and makes the entire family go to bed at 6:30. You like there awake for at least 4 hours, becasue all you wanted to do was eat lollies and play Mario Kart all night long.
That feeling, right there. The moment when you realise you dont want to be there, becasue there is nothing to do. Living in Brockley is like that, nothing to do, so you feel home sick.
BUT, we now have a place in Angel (one stop from Kings Cross) which is amazing.
Our land lord owns the kabab shop down stairs, and the pub next to that is owned by Australians. We just have one room on the first story, but the window opens as big as a door and we have a massive roof that is our balcony.
I plan to have some cactus.
1 comment:
what is it with things called broccolli being disliked? kids hate broccolli, and you likened its atmosphere to that of a kid you dislike in primary school- hidden links?
I much prefer my eb and mag to stay in a town callled Angel where they have connections to cheap kebabs and booze, than some dirty, seedy, quiet, creepy vegetable town!
And "Angel" sounds so much safer, friendlier and peaceful.
Im happy with your move, but sorry to hear of your initial disappointments.
Take good care of yourselves, Have fun!
ALL MY LOVE
Leisha
xxx
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