Monday, 23 January 2012


A really gorgeous apartment just slipped through my fingers.  It was advertised on the Facebook Expats group so I got in there pronto.  Arranged a viewing for after work tonight.  It was perfect - good price, good size, nice location, and the tenancy would start just as my current contract ends.  And just as I was about to leave work, I got a text to say it had been taken.

It's ridiculous to be quite so upset about it, but I am.  Coming back to my tiny studio, it seemed quite horribly squalid.  It isn't really.  But it ain't 55 square metres in a lovely old building, with added loveliness and a washing machine.

I think the expression I'm looking for is: massive hairy bollocky bollocks.

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