No this is not about my sex life, I got over that type of frustration roughly after the birth of Jesus Christ, or Jeremy Corbyn, as some people seem to believe.
I found three rooms that I liked. None of them perfect but I liked them enough.
I spent a few days thinking about them and then put an offer in to the one that made most sense.
Then I asked about the other one I liked.
Then the 3rd favourite.
Not letting it out now.
Brilliant. So I am back to square one.
I didn’t really enjoy yesterday. I woke up with a semi-hangover, found out all the rooms I liked had gone and had a really frustrating day’s studying. I couldn’t really get into anything and felt tired all day.
Last week was really tiring with all of the room-hunting – getting up at 6am, getting home at 8pm, some lunch times involving walks to see rooms. All I did except work, commute and look for rooms was cook and eat.
So I had a massive backlog of admin, cleaning, ironing, etc yesterday – and now I have to repeat the process this week. FFS.
On the bright side, I did make myself a rather excellent gravy.
Using the cider that the pork belly and onions were slowishly cooked in (slow for my standards), I added wholegrain mustard (albeit too much) and of course, some Goldenfry granules and it was a taste sensation.
If anything, a little too tasty.
And I am going to have a little adventure in the sunshine this afternoon. And a third roast dinner in three days.