Angelini’s Cozy Flat… Well.
A courtyard facing flat in a post war “modern“ purpose built apartment block out of the congested centre of town. Back in the day it was desirable, even glamorous; generous proportions, mod cons, gated for security and a bit of class; with an arterial road around the corner to speed one into the City.
But Angelini stopped caring for her home long ago. Paint is peeling, internal doors do not shut, roller shutters are broken. An electrical socket hangs from the wall. And smell of sewers permeates the apartment.
Angelini is gone, and the company which bought her flat to turn into a lucrative holiday let has simply put in cheap furniture and dimmest possible lighting, without fixing problems or redecorating. (Mattress on the double bed was comfortable.)
Cooking at the most basic level was challenging. Dim light, lack of utensils, slightly dodgy gas cooker. For some weird reason there was a bag full of tiny 2 pronged dessert forks, but only 2 spoons, for a flat accommodating up to 4.
But it’s the smell and the dinginess that was remarkable.
We got off to a bad start as we had to wait for nearly 45 minutes on the sidewalk for the representative of the holiday let company to turn up. This, despite us texting when we were leaving the airport, twice from the taxi, and when we arrived at the address.
We saw afterwards on another holiday accommodation platform that the reviews were very bad. Had we seen them we wouldn’t have chosen this one.