I wrote this a while ago, and we now have said yes to two places, and have actually given money to one.

We went around to see two places tonight. The first place turned us away - they had gone already. Laura talks about sleeping on picking a place, but that is not going to happen. Some other guy would snap it up. People rent with the speed and lack-of-care that normally connected to twitter during a major event. Ireland, having decided contraception is okay, has found another thing where snap choices lead to long term things. Anyway. Also, Laura points out contraception has been legal for 20 years.

Popped around to see the second place. Spent 10 minutes talking nonsense on the step. The main topic was the landlord of the place we were going to see. You see, on Saturday, we had spammed 13 different people about their houses. Estate agents work much the same hours as everyone else, so I was a bit surprised to get a reply at 1am. The only reason we knew it was 1am was because we were on a internet binge, but that's another story. He offered to show us the place on Sunday or Monday. Laura ended up talking to him on the phone. He spoke very very quickly. He was determined to get us around to see it right away. If he had a teleport, we would have been in his living room before we knew it. We decided he drank tons of coffee - enough to quicken his speech and keep him awake till the small hours. Anyway, after 10 minutes or so, we called him up to find out where he was. We imagined him in a caffeine crash. You can guess where he was.

Place was nothing worth talking about. Tons of space. High ceilings. Made up our minds pretty quickly, and chatted to the landlord. The highlight of this was his suggestion that we would be friendly and intimate. Now, I don't know who you think you are, but only one guy gets to be intimate with my wife. Sorry about that. Another gem was him talking about how the bills were low and it was a mild night. Now, I was shivering and Laura could see her breath. Laura and I have been talking about a "very mild" day thereafter. Less amusing was his suggestion that Laura could do some gardening. If you want a gardener, mate, get a gardener. As we left, he said that he did think the place was a bit run down himself, and that "burglarys aren't a problem here, fires are".

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