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Jan. 8th, 2007 12:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolThis morning, I rolled out of bed by about eight and started off my day with the awkward experience. Corinne's mum has come to stay, which came as a hell of a shock this morning. This is going to be awkward, I think.
Anyway. Katie and me jumped in the car and zoomed off to the centre. We figured there'd be one or two people about at 8.30am, and we'd be neatly at the front of the queue for the housing lists, which we thought were coming out at Pagan and Osbourne at 9.00am.
The queue was HUGE and trebled whilst we were standing in it. Good lord. They also weren't coming out until 10.30am. Katie and I stood in the queue, and were joined by Sarah at about nine or so. We stood, shivered, danced around, did very little for a very long time.
The chill is still in my bones now. Brrr.
However, at 10.30am, a very brave woman strolled out of th offices with a lot of paper. We barged and shoved our way through, got the list, and dived in the car.
The cheapest houses were not cheap, and that's the standard for three-person houses. Seriously, it's not good, I have to admit, and I'm going to be drowning a little bit next year. Fortunately, my Grandad said he'll chip in a little bit next year, so hopefully things shouldn't be too awful and I'll round out paying about the same.
Anyway. As people took them, people were just going straight up to put deposits down on their houses without even looking at them. Needless to say, this panicked us somewhat, so we flung outselves in my car and drove off.
"Which are cheapest? WHERE AM I GOING?" I demanded, driving a little too fast down South Street.
"LAMOND! LARGO! BOASE! FUCK I DON'T KNOW!" was the general response. I fancied living around Lamond Drive area, myself, because it's near to Albany, where I lived last year, and it's a quick distance to town but doesn't have the nightmare of being in the middle of everything all the time.
The first house we went to was on Lamond Drive, which is a very, very long road that I've done a lot of deliveries too. This house was lovely. All the amenities - including dishwasher! - cheap bills, carpets, front and back garden with gardener provided, big TV, BATH and the girls living there extolled the virtues of the landlady, who apparently worked at Pagan and Osbourne and as such we would basically skip all the crap.
Well, wow, we thought. Fair enough. Then we looked at other houses. The next one was just down the road, and was a Boy House. The bedrooms were weird, no one knew how much the bills were, no TV. Well, fair enough enough again.
Other houses didn't impress, and the one that did - absolutely beautiful, but only a flat, with single-glazing and not a big kitchen.
Hmm, we thought.
So we sat in the car, and did lots of adding up, and phoned parents and grandparents and then drove live whirling dervishes back to Pagan and Osbourne, and put down a holding fee on the first house. Well, firstly we queued some more, because everyone else had the same idea, and hoped and hoped the house would still be free. We got to the smiley woman, and omfg! she was the landlady. She was absolutely lovely, and more importantly, the house was still free.
So, um, shit. I have now signed myself up to have a house for next year. Seriously, though, it's lovely. There's a little table for eating, a couple of sofas - a couple! - desks, beds, wardrobes, a TV, dishwasher, bath and a gardener. I have a gardener. Oh my god, I have Help. I'm middle-class! It's not grand or modern - it's homely. The rooms are quite small - it's been quietly agreed that I get the smallest, I think, which is okay - but the bills are at a thoroughly manageable level, because the house is warm. It felt warm when I was there, actually, because it's all carpeted and well-insulated. It's also really near Albany Park, which means - I'm back near the beach! There's also a drive. A drive. My own mother doesn't let me park on the drive!
I'm just chuffed, really, because we've got it all out of the way, and we've got the very house we were all looking for with apparently a great landlady.
In conclusion, despite the awkwardess of Corinne's mum being here, and the fact that I have a disgusting amount of revision to do today, life is on the Up. After two years in university accommodation, the prospect of living closer to town with a bath and a dishwasher is an obscenely pleasureable one.
Yayz0rz!
Anyway. Katie and me jumped in the car and zoomed off to the centre. We figured there'd be one or two people about at 8.30am, and we'd be neatly at the front of the queue for the housing lists, which we thought were coming out at Pagan and Osbourne at 9.00am.
The queue was HUGE and trebled whilst we were standing in it. Good lord. They also weren't coming out until 10.30am. Katie and I stood in the queue, and were joined by Sarah at about nine or so. We stood, shivered, danced around, did very little for a very long time.
The chill is still in my bones now. Brrr.
However, at 10.30am, a very brave woman strolled out of th offices with a lot of paper. We barged and shoved our way through, got the list, and dived in the car.
The cheapest houses were not cheap, and that's the standard for three-person houses. Seriously, it's not good, I have to admit, and I'm going to be drowning a little bit next year. Fortunately, my Grandad said he'll chip in a little bit next year, so hopefully things shouldn't be too awful and I'll round out paying about the same.
Anyway. As people took them, people were just going straight up to put deposits down on their houses without even looking at them. Needless to say, this panicked us somewhat, so we flung outselves in my car and drove off.
"Which are cheapest? WHERE AM I GOING?" I demanded, driving a little too fast down South Street.
"LAMOND! LARGO! BOASE! FUCK I DON'T KNOW!" was the general response. I fancied living around Lamond Drive area, myself, because it's near to Albany, where I lived last year, and it's a quick distance to town but doesn't have the nightmare of being in the middle of everything all the time.
The first house we went to was on Lamond Drive, which is a very, very long road that I've done a lot of deliveries too. This house was lovely. All the amenities - including dishwasher! - cheap bills, carpets, front and back garden with gardener provided, big TV, BATH and the girls living there extolled the virtues of the landlady, who apparently worked at Pagan and Osbourne and as such we would basically skip all the crap.
Well, wow, we thought. Fair enough. Then we looked at other houses. The next one was just down the road, and was a Boy House. The bedrooms were weird, no one knew how much the bills were, no TV. Well, fair enough enough again.
Other houses didn't impress, and the one that did - absolutely beautiful, but only a flat, with single-glazing and not a big kitchen.
Hmm, we thought.
So we sat in the car, and did lots of adding up, and phoned parents and grandparents and then drove live whirling dervishes back to Pagan and Osbourne, and put down a holding fee on the first house. Well, firstly we queued some more, because everyone else had the same idea, and hoped and hoped the house would still be free. We got to the smiley woman, and omfg! she was the landlady. She was absolutely lovely, and more importantly, the house was still free.
So, um, shit. I have now signed myself up to have a house for next year. Seriously, though, it's lovely. There's a little table for eating, a couple of sofas - a couple! - desks, beds, wardrobes, a TV, dishwasher, bath and a gardener. I have a gardener. Oh my god, I have Help. I'm middle-class! It's not grand or modern - it's homely. The rooms are quite small - it's been quietly agreed that I get the smallest, I think, which is okay - but the bills are at a thoroughly manageable level, because the house is warm. It felt warm when I was there, actually, because it's all carpeted and well-insulated. It's also really near Albany Park, which means - I'm back near the beach! There's also a drive. A drive. My own mother doesn't let me park on the drive!
I'm just chuffed, really, because we've got it all out of the way, and we've got the very house we were all looking for with apparently a great landlady.
In conclusion, despite the awkwardess of Corinne's mum being here, and the fact that I have a disgusting amount of revision to do today, life is on the Up. After two years in university accommodation, the prospect of living closer to town with a bath and a dishwasher is an obscenely pleasureable one.
Yayz0rz!
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