A flat with history

I used to live in a flat. There were lots of flat mates.

It was near a pedestrian crossing. Once there was a huge tower of cardboard boxes which moved from one side of the road to the other.

Once there was a mini parked on the crossing......for a short while.

There was a butcher, a hairdresser and a designer clothes shop across the road.

There were lots of bits of bicycles inside the flat for a while.

There were lots of parties.

Funny how you remember all the good things and forget the bad things......like the mould in the shower and the dodgy gas fires.

Anyway, Happy Birthday to my fabulous friend Fundays.

Oh, and the tree used to be small.