It’s not a short stay place. It’s someone’s home. A lot of personal affects. They’re nice, but it’s dusty and you know, not yours. Plates in the cupboard had food on them. I washed all dishes before using. Crumbs galore behind kettle and toaster. I do that enough at home and that’s a soulless process at best. Had great “cool” (ie, some
Colour and broken old furniture) concept but was extremely overpriced for a dolls house. I only felt the cool vibes once I’d drunk the kind gesture of free pre same pre mixed negronis that I once got for free, too, in a hotel. Drank it anyway. Naturally. Bed in main room comfortable. Hoorah! Sleeping tablets helped. The train noise is not a problem. That’s serious. It’s not an issue at all. Location great (waking easy, car park good. Courtyard fine). Yet Second bedroom pointless. That “bed” would suit a family of fleas. Bathroom - great shower but watch your head in bathroom generally. Don’t sit on the toilet if you are over five foot Eight. Just stand and hope for the best. Care? Don’t. Be short. Also, don’t enjoy cooking. The kitchen is like a mirrored hall of trickery. Hold on to stair railing with vice like grip even if you’ve had one sip of wine or before morning coffee (in fact, don’t leave bed. Wait for missable soul in the flea bed to come to your bedroom and beg to get in next to you if they promise to bring coffee). And that makes it difficult to navigate. When the Wi-Fi doesn’t work and the place is like your mad aunt’s musty forgotten old flat (perhaps a once well off aunt, but not yours)….why are you paying for a “quiet sanctuary?!” Needs paint job. Total Overhaul. Rebranding. What a load of twaddle it was advertised as. The best fun was wondering how the hell my
Head wasn’t bruised from that living room light. Oh and the TV is really small. FYI. A flat for 22 year olds. Strong ones. Agile ones. Perhaps blind because they can’t see the paint job. But hey, what 22 year old cares? Not this one. And yes, I was once was 22.