The smell of destiny

Stress went up a gear yesterday. After a halfday at work we went to see some flats down at Ocean Village for our short-term rent. Their office was amongst the poshest restaurants of Southampton so our expectations for the price were high. The business owner drove us to the flats past all the expensive looking flats around the boaty area and towards the Itchen bridge, a less exclusive area. We entered the choice of flats and nearly all of them smelt like an Indian restaurant and one had a close view of the road bridge. It dawned on how much of a rip-off it was and how depressing it was going to be living there. We couldn't face the prospect of going back.

At the same time I've been talking to the Accommodation office at my work who may have a spare flat but are waiting on some bumbling academic who doesn't know when he needs the flat. Its a lot cheaper and closer to work with more flexibility. Its just the waiting that killing us slowly.

Left home for Brighton for interview one of 3. Journey was delayed thanks to a mupprt who hit the car from behind. Had to stop and check the damage. Luckily for him there was nothing and we still have that previous claim. Nice ladies were understanding for me being late and left with a good impression. Won't know result until end of next week though :(