Fooling At The Flat

Today we took Big Brother and N (one of his friends) to measure up the flat he is buying, in a nearby town.

After travelling in the lift to three wrong floors (all below no.1)* we were escorted to the flat, and duly admired the view of canal boats, measured up and (after another wrong floor), we left.

Emerging into the fresh air we noticed the mirrored round window by the entrance and couldn't resist a few selfies.

*Just to explain, according to the lift buttons the flats are numbered from ?canal level but the entrance is between that and the road, so there are several floors and a mezzanine to choose from. 'G' turned out to be not at entrance level, so the rest are counter-intuitive. Fortunately Mr Flum and N took the stairs so we just went up and down until we met them.