Tall, flat and vacant

Tall Paul didn't take my flat.  He cannot move house right now.  So it is empty.  I was just toying with what to do with it e.g, nice retreat for when I am down at the sea (walkable distance) like a rather expensive beach hut; or maybe an illicit love shack but for notable lack of illicit lover although the gardener seemed quite interested the other day but he is not sexy ... unlike the window cleaner who can rub me down with his shammy leathers whenever he's available; or a golf store for Mr Smith thus leaving our house golf stick free.  However, Sneaky Smith told the estate agent to sell it .... Whose flat? Hint ... Not his!