My beautifully designed, refurbished apartment block has suffered the ravages of marauding tenants.
Where it once glistened in the sun it now just highlights the grubbiness and mistreatment on it's scarred surfaces.
Like an uneaten apple returning from a school trip in a child's sandwich box, it looks battered and bruised and totally unappealing.
I remember back to the early days when I would relish exhibiting my pride and joy, instead of looking at my shoes in shameful embarassment.
Maybe its time for another refurbishment. Oh, joy!
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