I'd love a grand room with high ceilings, looking out over a cityscape. Perhaps in central Paris. There'd be a big fireplace with a real fire, and elegant but comfortable sofas. It would be painted in dark greys or blues, all toning. No clutter BUT I'd like to have room for books, maybe on shelves over the door.
I'm not a kitchen-y person and dislike cooking, so my apartment would have to be central to mcdonalds restaurants where I would be a regular, regaling customers with a stream of witty stories and lively banter.
Obviously I'd have enough room for a baby grand piano, which would be miraculously quiet and respectful of the neighbours. I'd spend hours at the instrument composing cool jazz and drinking Pernod until the early hours, maybe in the company of my eclectic musical friends. Naturally, I would remain miraculously wrinkle-free and healthy of liver.
I wouldn't need a car, of course, but my apartment would come complete with parking space for my beloved Alfa Spider, with its personalised plates and specialist paint job..remarkably unscratched and unvandalised and ready and waiting for jaunts into the countryside.
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