Goodbye North Lane, I'll miss your hideous yellow carpet and your broken letterbox. I'll miss your close proximity to Wetherspoons and the taxi rank. I'll miss your rocking basement and your broken hob. I'll miss my hideous lace curtains and the ridiculous amount of furniture in my room. I'll miss the gargantuan bathroom and the tiny congregating space in the landing where Adam challenges people to do pull ups. I'll miss the toasted sandwich maker we always thought we'd use.
It's been a pleasure.
Gone
