We see four apartments in six hours.
Rhys has a spreadsheet. An actual spreadsheet, colour coded, with columns for light quality, ceiling height, proximity to both our offices, and a column he has labelled character which contains notes like original cornicing intact and south facing kitchen which tells me everything about how this man approaches decisions.
I find it unbearably attractive.
The first apartment is in Islington. Beautiful building, wrong energy, the kind of space that has been renovated so thoroughly it has forgotten what it was. We are in and out in twelve minutes. Rhys puts a red mark in the character column without discussing it and I do not argue because I felt it too the moment we walked in.
The second is in Fitzrovia. Better bones, better light, a living r
