So I post “Hello?”, and then manage to dodge turning up here myself for at least a couple of days. Hmmmmm.
Truth be told, I’m afraid of jinxing thing. I’m not usually superstitious or anything, but occasionally I make a connection and am terrified of tripping over the issue again. So I’ve avoided talking as much as I can about this new place I’ve got my hand up for. All things being equal I should be able to get it this time, but I put no store by it until I’m actually unpacking in there.
London’s not a kind city when it comes to real estate, it seems. Everyone’s got a story like mine. Last Sunday, in a strange twist of karma, one of the places I was looking at was offered to me along much the same conditions – if I was ready & willing to pay, I’d have the place. As average as the place was, it wasn’t a very pleasant idea to be on the other end of the stick – if only for the fact that I knew this person, who I’d have to live with for the next 6 months, would be so callous as to just go for money.
Suffice to say, I didn’t take the place – I just couldn’t. And not only that, I was re-offered the place I’m going for now, after it having been given to another who could offer a 12 month contract. This fragility is why I dare not speak of it.
The one thing I realised as I walked over to the place to hand over the money was that the weather had changed – the rain had finally broken, and the skies were clear. Maybe that’s what my luck was linked with – the summer that I was ultimately waiting for.
Sure that lasted for about an hour and a half, but hey! it was a good thought while it lasted :)