Six months ago, in a bid to reclaim some time back off my phone, I deactivated my Facebook account. I’d love to be smug and say I was increasingly bothered by Zuckerberg’s nonchalance over the damage his various platforms are causing society but then I’m still an avid Instagram user – I was just exhausted with the casual racism and Herbalife nonsense. Every Monday morning I’d swallow back a bit of sick as the weekly screen time notification popped up on my phone – all that time lost to being cross about people posting things like “what’s the number for 999?” followed with the inevitable “PM me hun!” I could have learnt a Scandinavian language in that time. I deactivated my account and removed the app off my phone, but my lizard brain still pushed my thumb to where the app once was. Enter – Rightmove. I’ve always had a fascination with other people’s homes and Rightmove (or Zoopla – whatever your poison!) is a window, quite literally, into everyone’s living rooms. Coming from a long line of nosy people along paired with desperately trying to get on the property ladder as a single person (please don’t talk to me about second homes for lols!) means I now spend more time on Rightmove than I did on Facebook. It’s not great for the ole brainbox looking at abandoned wrecks that you still can’t afford – but I’m afraid to say that other people’s poor interior design choices are my crack cocaine. And is usually the way, the more money the house cost, the worst the crimes against design are. Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen recently asked the question “
004. Property Doomscrolling.
004. Property Doomscrolling.
004. Property Doomscrolling.
Six months ago, in a bid to reclaim some time back off my phone, I deactivated my Facebook account. I’d love to be smug and say I was increasingly bothered by Zuckerberg’s nonchalance over the damage his various platforms are causing society but then I’m still an avid Instagram user – I was just exhausted with the casual racism and Herbalife nonsense. Every Monday morning I’d swallow back a bit of sick as the weekly screen time notification popped up on my phone – all that time lost to being cross about people posting things like “what’s the number for 999?” followed with the inevitable “PM me hun!” I could have learnt a Scandinavian language in that time. I deactivated my account and removed the app off my phone, but my lizard brain still pushed my thumb to where the app once was. Enter – Rightmove. I’ve always had a fascination with other people’s homes and Rightmove (or Zoopla – whatever your poison!) is a window, quite literally, into everyone’s living rooms. Coming from a long line of nosy people along paired with desperately trying to get on the property ladder as a single person (please don’t talk to me about second homes for lols!) means I now spend more time on Rightmove than I did on Facebook. It’s not great for the ole brainbox looking at abandoned wrecks that you still can’t afford – but I’m afraid to say that other people’s poor interior design choices are my crack cocaine. And is usually the way, the more money the house cost, the worst the crimes against design are. Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen recently asked the question “