If you’re a member of generation rent and can’t get home for Christmas, could a luxury flat be the answer?
I didn’t spend last Christmas Day with my relatives. A nasty chest infection had spread through my family home, and unsure I’d be able to secure a festive-enough hazmat suit, we decided to celebrate when everyone was feeling better.
This meant I woke up on the day in an empty house, in an empty city. I went for a walk around a silent, tracing-paper version of London, the overwhelming megalopolis muted and drained of colour. Apart from the house of Australians next door. Their place was in full colour, loud in both the carols blaring through the windows and the Hawaiian shirt-Santa hat combos they wore.
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