I think the Rapture occured about 6 pm yesterday outside Dominos Pizzas. There was a pair of plimsolls languishing on the pavement. Only rational explanation really.
When I stayed in Somerset last summer, the house we were borrowing had food collections. It was really quite fiddly and gross to do. Still think communal pig bins are the way forward!
Bummer that it's fallen through, but you should be able to make a much better deal in this market. BTW, I've brought a baby up in a fourth floor miniscule flat - you don't need to worry about space too much until they're about two years' old.
In the words of the sainted George Harrison, Watch out now, take care Beware of soft shoe shufflers Dancing down the sidewalks As each unconscious sufferer Wanders aimlessly Beware of maya