You remember my friend Emma, right? Well, she's been acting really strangely recently, especially since she's bought a new 1980s built mid terraced property. It's not as if she's furnished it either - the ground floor currently contains two wing chairs, a tiled occasional table and two tins of chopped tomatoes in the almost bare kitchen cupboards. At a diminutive 5ft 1in tall, she was able to negociate a very cheap price for the previous owners' daughter's pink cabin bed. Their son's bed, a red racing car design is kept in one of the spare bedrooms and Emma's (now ex) boyfriend Andrew used to use that when he stayed the night, but at a lofty 6ft 3in his lower limbs protruded somewhat.
Emma has worked in the London Travelcard zone 2 for the past decade; she's happy with that because it's a huge saving on her commuting costs. It does mean, however, that she doesn't like paying extra to enter the fabled zone 1 and undertakes a bizarre ritual of purchasing a paper single ticket using her Goldcard discount.
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