Housing. Chapter 2009…. in which……..
Drab, boring: but (by me) expected — after yet another two months of appointments, payments, waiting around blah blah and blah again, the owner of the flat, living in Norway, decided this morning that she “wanted everything to be impeccable” and thus couldn’t rent to such (implied) flawed characters as us. I don’t have the energy to start looking yet again: nor anywhere from which to look. We can stay with friends in Ely a few more days and that’s about it. My idea of a hole under a hedge is not even, it seems this morning, tenable….
