Landlord had lined up another 6 people to come and view the room last night, so I had to play host again. All was going well until l got a text from the landlord saying someone couldn’t make it, but is there any chance of meeting me them and viewing the place….via Skype.
Modern technology eh?
Reluctantly, I agreed and surprisingly the Skype girl was probably the best fit of the bunch so I’ve made my recommendation to the landlord. Two other girls were “alright” and I’ve said I’d only hesitantly recommend them two, so I hope the first one works out, or they line up more inspections. At least the landlord is giving me a say on who I live with – they could just throw anyone in here and tell me to get on with it.
I think I made the right choice with housemate #1 at the weekend, we’ve spoken a few times now and she seems pretty cool.
Anyways, the rush to organise inspections has been because I’ll be in hospital for a few days now and the landlord wanted me to meet people.
I’m off to have my hand/wrist/hip sliced open to fix that broken bone today. Work colleagues seem more concerned about the whole thing than I am….I’ve been more nervous going the dentist (I’m not scared of the dentist). One of them have agreed to help me home on Friday when I get out of hospital (doctors orders) and most of my little team (little in numbers….I don’t work with a team of dwarfs), said they’ll come and visit me on Thursday – which is nice of them and I don’t know anyone else over here to help/visit.
Next time I write I’ll be plaster-casted up to death and hobbling around like a hobbley thing in hobblesville. Probably.