Finally back in London! Rolled into Rob’s at 4:30. Caught up. Friday morning, Patrick and I excitedly boarded the bus in anticipation of seeing the flat. We waited out on Old Compton Street for the agent to show. But, when he did, he had just gotten off the phone with the news that his nan had just died! He took us up to the flat, and it was the wrong one. But, the poor guy was in such a state that we could do nothing about it.
The other flat was already taken. I was a little pissed at Adam as he was supposed to see the flat two days earlier, but he couldn’t because of work.
We’ve got an appt. on Monday to see two others near Holborn station. One, says the agent, is the size of a football field. I’ll believe it when I see it.
I will not be beaten! We will find a flat in central, and it will be cool.
P’s job has been put back a week, but that will give him the opportunity to re-acquaint himself with the software.
Patrick and I have been together for nearly 4 years.
Mom wants us home for Christmas. How am I going to manage it.
