Thursday, March 29, 2007
Viewing houses for next year, not moving out before you all freak out!
"And this is the living room," the Landlord says.This is an improvement; the last place didn't have a living room.
Only a mild improvement, mind.
A guy in a beret (not a good start) is clearly smoking weed. I feel like SUCH a lawyer stood there in my neat clothes and my glasses. Having never smoked weed.
Incense is burning in the corner. This is good; I approve of incense.
There are no sofas, only beanbags. I suppose this is what cool arty types like. Perhaps I would have got on better with the poets on my English degree if I was like this.
The wall has no wallpaper. Well, not the conventional kind anyway. Drawings of hemp leaves, postcards, naked women.
There is definitely an alter.
There are 6 or 7 fairly hazy-looking people wandering from room to room. None of the rooms have furniture.
I look up at the ceiling and notice it's cracked. Fairly majorly.
"Right then, thanks for this," I say, reaching for the door.
The next house is the exactly opposite. It has peach carpet that's so deep it positively CURLS around your feet.
Spotlights in the ceiling.
Double beds.
En suites.
The same rent as I currently pay.
MARBLE COVERED COUNTERTOPS.
I gaze out of the beautiful double-glazed window. "What's the building joining this?" I say, idly.
The landlord pauses. "Oh," he says, shifting his seat. "Just Winson Green Prison."
"Okay," I say slowly, still thinking of the beautiful shelf above the bath and how perfectly my bath products would line up along it.
"And that one?" I say, pointing to the next building along.
"Mental hospital."
"Right then."
Labels: grumbles
by billygean.co.uk at 6:07 PM |
4 Comments:
Next Year!? What calendar are you on, lawyer-woman? Michaelmas term -October 1st - would that be? That's a looong ways away.
I hope you take a friend with you on any follow-up home visits. Like choosing a new suit, you always need a reality check before buying.
You like marble tops, you don't like marble tops, you marvel at marble tops? Sometimes I get too literal.
On the other thing, try something you've always wanted to do after graduating but couldn't/didn't get around to. A really different experience can be better than good food, bad sex and a perfect hangover (or any combination thereof). It's worth a try at going right outside the comfort zone at this time.
Andrew
I live opposite Lincoln prison when I'm at work...and most of the patients would probably fit in at the mental hospital!
It's all relative :o)
Incidentally Andrew, students operate on the academic housing year. Next year begins when the current house contract runs out.
The annual housing contract runs out when, suzy?
Just getting a reality check....
It depends, Andrew. Usually end of June or July.
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