So at which point is it embarrassing to ask what my neighbour’s name is? Is it when she’s giving you a tour of her gorgeous flat? Because I bet it is.
I’m getting an ‘Amy’ vibe. I’m sure it said that on a package once.
Also seeing her floaty girly place is putting our manly techy ‘we put a mattress in the middle of the floor and jump on it for fun’ place to shame. I should really get some throw pillows.
I am the worst at adulting.