October 17th, 1964. 24 Chapel Street, London.
Mummy had suggested rather vaguely that I should have a house of my own in London, and the idea had been nagging at me for several weeks. I might have lost all interest in it, but after the incident with George and John, I just...I just needed to be away from the possibility of being walked in on by them. The idea of being away from George carried a sort of breathless, finality with it, but I simply could not handle being so close to him, constantly forced to look at what I could not have. So I'd called Ken Partridge, and he'd graciously compiled a list of prospects for me to review. Of course, I wound up excluding quite a few for being either too far from the office, or in undersirable sections of the city.
But even with those exclusions made, it was still a formidable list. After visiting a few on my own, I decided that, to keep myself from abandoning the venture entirely, I simply must bring along someone else on these visits. Peter would have been my natural first choice, but the way he'd been behaving lately was simply...too attached for my liking. I was loathe to encourage him further, even accidentally, so I was left with rather few options, at which point, I indulged more ridiculous desires and asked John to accompany me to see one of the more promising houses on Chapel Street.
I flung the door open with a flourish, stepping inside with John behind me. It really was a rather lovely house, I thought, upon first look. Much more spacious than my own flat, with the added bonus of being much more private. At last, no neighbors peeking suspiciously out of their doors when I arrived home with company.
"Well? What do you think of it?" I asked, turning to John.
But even with those exclusions made, it was still a formidable list. After visiting a few on my own, I decided that, to keep myself from abandoning the venture entirely, I simply must bring along someone else on these visits. Peter would have been my natural first choice, but the way he'd been behaving lately was simply...too attached for my liking. I was loathe to encourage him further, even accidentally, so I was left with rather few options, at which point, I indulged more ridiculous desires and asked John to accompany me to see one of the more promising houses on Chapel Street.
I flung the door open with a flourish, stepping inside with John behind me. It really was a rather lovely house, I thought, upon first look. Much more spacious than my own flat, with the added bonus of being much more private. At last, no neighbors peeking suspiciously out of their doors when I arrived home with company.
"Well? What do you think of it?" I asked, turning to John.