Looking for somewhere new to live is an interesting process to go through.
Over the last four to five weeks, I've seen some flats and houses that made me think I would be better off living in the car. I've seen places that are beautiful and overpriced, ugly and overpriced and just plain dull - and overpriced. I have learnt a lot - the main point being that even though the whole world is rocking on its credit starved ass, everything is still overpriced.
I've been to agents who think they're doing you a favour by showing you around a place and are generally a bunch of cocksuckers. I've met agents who are really decent and agents who haven't got a clue what's going on.
After weeks of this nonsense, a cool thing happened. Around a month ago, we put up some flyers in local newsagent windows and on Friday evening, got a call about a house that was priced perfectly and in theory sounded like it fell out of the sky into our lap.
I did a drive-by on it on Friday night and fell in love immediately. A small cottage in middle of nowhere... that was pretty much the directive from the start. Come yesterday morning, further talks took place which led in a meet yesterday afternoon and the deal being signed, sealed and delivered by the end of the day. That's less than 24 hours.
The moral of the story? You can go through normal channels to try and find what you want, you can register with every agency under the sun or you can stand in the middle of a field and request an audience with the Angels of the Sefiroth and ask for their help. Laugh away non-believers of supernature... wait until you see our new house.
A word from the wise though - nothing comes for free. Always remember to find out the terms of the deal before you start. In this case, a Yorkie bar - which will be delivered this afternoon as promised. It's one thing to piss off your landlord but another to have the Sefiroth fucking your life up over a forgotten chocolate bar.
Currently listening to: Maroon 5 | Songs About Jane
Currently reading: The Suspicions of Mr Whicher | Kate Summerscale and Good Living With Rheumatoid Arthritis (don't ask)
