to have a fantasy flat and life

[crochetmonkey74]

Browsing on Rightmove and Apartment Therapy and all I want now is a quirky tiny studio flat above a coffee shop that's cheap and I work in the coffee shop and have time to go and meet my friends for drinks and browses in old bookshops and I am carrying the perfect battered old leather satchel that is all floppy. I'm sure I wear a quirky hat at times too.

I have a cosy little house on the edge of a village. It has a sunlit terrace where I write books that don't need editing and provide me with a comfortable living from a couple of hours of work a day. I can look out from there and watch bees in my kitchen garden, which is pest and weed free with no effort from me.

I might need to make a pinterest board too. You lot are a bad influence.

I have a concierge’d apartment overlooking the Thames where I take the family at weekends and some of the holiday to indulge in the buzzy city life before our driver, Silus, collects us all in the family luxury vehicle to drive us back to the sprawling country retreat that we live in the majority of the time.

@IWillWearTheGreenWillow that's pretty much my real life. It is fairly lovely but has downsides. Although add two small children and quite a bit of laundry and cooking, oh and lots of time of school runs.

My fantasy life: chic converted warehouse flat next to Tower Bridge, with a fantastically successful yet not hugely stressful career, 2 dress sizes smaller so I can wear quirky yet flattering clothes, interesting friends and an amazing lover with whom I rumple my perfect Egyptian cotton sheets (freshly laundered and changed twice a week by the ever helpful housekeeper - due to hugely successful career obviously)

When I am heartily sick of my corporate city job I browse houses for sale in Stratford-Upon-Avon and fantasise about finally using my English degree to become a tour guide at Shakespeares birthplace.

I’m struggling to decide between a third home in Wimbledon or Primrose Hill. Cash buyer of course as I’m a loaded actress who can afford to retire but pops up in ads for Sky or Garnier when I feel like doing something.

Of course the annoying estate agent is falling over themselves to be helpful in this life.

I have a whole fantasy timeline where I was a precocious child, a wild and beautiful young woman who married a rich and kindly man and had several beautiful and clever children who had no problems and who worshipped me. Obviously I was a well regarded novelist while raising my extraordinarily well adjusted family. I am sitting musing on my good fortune either in my white uncluttered study or perhaps in my enormous flagstoned kitchen next to the Aga

In my head, I have a stunning hillside abode that is a modern tasteful renovation of a ruined farm - old looking outside, ultramodern inside. I do some wafting about, posting beautiful things on Instagram and don’t see any people for days. Perfect!

I want a dog that doesn't poo as well- perfect in my little studio!

I am loving reading everyone's fantasy property & life. Great thread @crochetmonkey74

I have a small flat with a balcony overlooking the sea in Portugal (or Spain). I spend the British winter there then return to the UK for the summer.

I have a nice flat with a roof terrace in my favourite London suburb, it's very close to my the lido where I swim every morning before popping into this fabulous coffee shop next door to the the small artisan bakery (I am actually planning this for my retirement). My convertible sports car is parked just outside where luckily there are no parking restrictions. The lady next door is a retired actress who adores me, I'm like the daughter she never had and we spend many hours reminiscing about her famous and rich old lovers.

My parents live in a house much like Fleabag's dad which of course will come to me and my sister in the fullness of time. Any rumours that they actually live in a small bungalow in the north-east are completely unfounded.

Hello from a beach house in a very isolated beach in Barbados with glass sliding doors on 2 sides of my bedroom so I wake up to the feel of the breeze on my skin with the man I love next to me, listening to the sea and nature and not another thing in the world.

Oh a girl can but dream

This is pretty perfect and my studio has grown a tiny balcony

I often retreat to my pied a terre in a nice spot in central London which is minimalist and quirky. It is near a Gail's bakery where a purchase artisan bread. It has a little balcony I can sit on and watch the world go by.

Sadly I live in a 3 bed semi in Yorkshire surrounding by kids clutter and a cat.

How did you get inside my flat to take those photographs Crochet?

I have a lovely farmhouse, with beautiful, pinterest worthy kitchen from which i can gaze out of my window over my fields, bathed in sunshine, and watch my horse dozing.

After the runaway success of my first novel, I bought a little white-washed villa on a Greek island. The door and windows are that lovely 'Greek' blue. I sit in my garden in the morning under my lemon trees and watch for Costa's boat to hove into view and tie up at my little private cove. When I need to visit my publisher I stay at my mews house just off Clapham Common, where i keep an old-fashioned bicycle with a basket on the front. I have beautiful long black hair, startling blue eyes and am perennially 25......

Mine is a cottage in a Miss Marple village. There's a rose arch over the gate and forget me nots up the path to the door. Inside it's hardly been changed from the 1800s and there's lots of books, a pantry full of jam and pickles and in the garden there's fruit bushes, an orchard and a paddock with a piebald horse.

Jane Green does this when she writes nowadays. Her books are often set in Westport CT where she actually lives and the heroines are always determined but under appreciated makes good.

I swear she’s writing her fantasy life where she doesn’t have to nag the kids, the sofas not covered in dog hair and she doesn’t argue with her husband over whose turn it is to put out the recycling.

totally outed myself as someone who reads shit books

I'm living my minimalist dreams in my clean, white-walls-and-wood floor-one bedroom flat. It's in a European city, I think maybe Amsterdam or Berlin? Either way, I've got some gorgeous mid century teak furniture, no clutter, and definitely not the landlord's moth eaten carpets. I cycle to my part time job doing something for a university or a charity, then come home to do pilates, in a flat that's never heard the Paw Patrol theme, and smells of eucalyptus oil rather than baked beans. In the morning I pop downstairs to the bakery, then sit by the open window drinking coffee and people watching. I have never had to drink the coffee out of a Tommy Tippee cup because no-one else bothers to load the dishwasher.

I don't have a garden, or a room filled with junk and bicycle parts, and there are no jammy handprints on the walls.

I live in a horrible bit of London and dream of living somewhere with a really nice big garden and woods and a brook nearby. And not falling over 10million people all the time.

in my head this house is not big but does have a lot of plants.

I live in a little stone cottage down along a cobbled street behind a cathedral. I work in the cathedral bookshop and I share with an intelligent, eccentric mature student. I come home when it is dark and we tell ghost stories by the open fire drinking hot chocolate. (It is always winter). My home is full of handmade quilts and antiques.

I've got a fabulous old quirky cottage, with a gorgeous garden and an orangery, and I potter around all day while the quirky arty interesting people of the village/small town update me with gossip.

And it's close enough to an unspecified city where I waft around to art galleries and stay at night in my bijou loft apartment if needed

Sounds like you've been browsing the Hampshire properties, Parking. Although I think Winchester isn't big on loft apartments - try Ocean Village.

Polish off those lottery tickets, though - you'll need about 3 or 4 million quid.

Yis!

I live in a minimalist city flat that is inexplicably silent and also has a private walled roof terrace/garden for my exclusive use. I own probably fewer than 300 objects total.

Everywhere I want to go, I can walk. I only work as much as I feel like, and my outgoings are low.

I am still married to my lovely husband, but he lives somewhere else, no doubt some rambling mansion stuffed from floor to ceiling with Warhammer kits.

Mine is a wonderful townhouse conversion in South Hampstead, with a massive south facing garden. I visit galleries, museums, Regents Park and Primrose Hill, and my two gorgeous Siamese cats are curled up in front of the period fireplace in the living room.

(This will out me but this is basically my grandparents' place tarted up, and minus all the structural problems and dry rot and upkeep).