To be or not to be...

I’m trying so hard not to get over excited today. Why? Because it’s quite possible, maybe even a little more than quite possible, that Lindsey may be visiting our new flat today. Please, please, please, please, please, please, please.

She’s managed to get her appointment moved forward and at 11am, she’s heading over to Belsize Park to take a look at the potential uber pad. We know very little about the pad, apart from the fact that it’s 3 double bedrooms, a roof terrace, it’s in a very nice area of town and, most importantly, we can afford it. On the other hand, we also know that it’s been lived in by 3 smelly boys for a considerable amount of time, and that leads us to think that it could well be a little tatty around the edges…..or maybe even rotten to the core.

Basically though, at the moment, it’s our only hope. We have been hounding agents for almost 3 solid months to absolutely no avail. There are no two beds in our budget, and having increased our hunt to 3 bedrooms to incorporate the lovely Natalie, Foxtons has come back saying….’no can do on your budget….we just don’t have any 3 bedrooms that cheap’. But that is Foxtons. So now the mind games commence…me and Nat have left negotiations to the hard hitting Lindsey. We know that an offer of re-decoration is on the cards, and possibly a thorough professional clean, but will it be enough to compensate for many years of boys? We have to wait and see. The really awful thing is that Lindsey is not only taking the hard line with the potential owner…she’s taking an even harder line with us. She’s threatened that if we pester her to try and find out what it’s like, she won’t pick up her phone, or respond to texts. It’s going to be torture.

In the meanwhile, my train pass expires on Thursday, so travel ‘home’ to Brighton can only happen when it’s a strict necessity…i.e. to pack and bring more clothes to Steves. Otherwise it’s just too expensive and seeing as I’ve not been paid since I left my last job….I’m skint! What a pickle.

So, in the next hour I should know. Hopefully……she’s not that cruel.