Having had the second flat in a row fall through I'd got bored of traipsing round wasting time looking at flat after flat. After all, the tenancy would only be for 6 months at the worst - how bad could it be? And I really did need somewhere to put my things and to collapse into bed.
Found somewhere halfway decent looking on the internet - couple of bedrooms, own parking spot and a garage - what more does a chap need? Rang the agent "Is it still available?", "Yes - would you like to look round it?", "No I'd like to take it", "Oh My God - are you sure? I'll drive round to it and take some more pictures to email them over." "No really - no need - I'll just take it - I assume it's a six month break?" "Yes but...."
Anyway the agent goes off - takes pictures, emails them over, crashes our email system (nothing like a large selection of 5mb files in quick succession to make the interweb break). I call and confirm that I'd like to move in. This was on a Wednesday. Signed the lease on the Saturday. Arrived on Sunday - saw place for first time and moved in. So far so good...
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