Here I was, turning up to some photo shoot I was getting paid peanuts for, just to make out I was delighted to buy a place I’d never in real life have the slightest chance of paying the deposit for, let alone obtaining any kind of mortgage to pay off the rest of the exorbitant asking price…
…and nor could anyone else in London now, unless they were earning huge amounts of money.
Thinking about the bedsit I lived in, and how much I paid for a tiny room with damp on the walls, and knowing that this shoot was the nearest I’d ever get to owning any kind of home – let alone a huge three bedroom house – I felt depressed and even a little ridiculous. With my big cheesy smile about to be plastered all over adverts, it was like I was going to be laughing in people’ faces.
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