Feeling Flats

I hate flat-hunting. But as I only have to go through the hellish process once or twice a year, I forget this. When the time comes to find a new place to live I get excited at the prospect of moving. I set out truly believing that I will be able to find a wonderful flat, located moments from a tube station and a big Sainsbury’s, with huge rooms, a lounge with patio doors leading a roof garden overlooking Hampstead Heath with a hot tub with gold plated taps and a butler. It then comes as a shocking blow to …