Frightmove
Ross has been oversleeping recently. Normally, he explained, he is about to leave the house when Thought For The Day comes on, but of late he has been waking up to Thought For The Day. So his thought for the day has been: oh shit.
Soon, however, Ross will no longer be with us. I don't mean he's going to die, he's just moving out, leaving Dave and I to search for a two bed place. There is no shortage of these. In fact, Rightmove has lately been offering a '750-bedroom house' on North Road Avenue that's well within our price range. That's almost enough storage space for me. However, there is a school of thought that says this is a typo, especially as the photo shows a perfectly ordinary mid-terrace cottage.
I went down North Road Avenue the other day, just to check it out, and every other house seems to be up for sale or let, as though the residents are fleeing the Lovecraftian spatial distortion afflicting the area. Or perhaps it has something to do with the massive cinema they are going to build right in front of it.
I've viewed a couple of places. A flat in 'Melford Place', which sounds like something out of a Jane Austen novel (I thought that it would have made a very nice hotel room). And a maisonette whose bedrooms and lounge were huge, but seemed to have engorged themselves at the expense of the kitchen and bathroom, which were in terminal decline. At this last place, I tagged on to someone else's viewing, but failed to properly explain this to the woman-in-residence, whose look of horror when they left and I remained behind was something to treasure.
By the way, regular readers may have noticed that I have 'lost' an entry. I would like to point out that this is in no way related to news reports of the blogger whose fantasy about the abduction and murder of Girls Aloud got him in trouble (though he was acquitted) recently.
Mine was about the Nolan Sisters. There are some things, I have come to realise, that you just can't get away with.
Soon, however, Ross will no longer be with us. I don't mean he's going to die, he's just moving out, leaving Dave and I to search for a two bed place. There is no shortage of these. In fact, Rightmove has lately been offering a '750-bedroom house' on North Road Avenue that's well within our price range. That's almost enough storage space for me. However, there is a school of thought that says this is a typo, especially as the photo shows a perfectly ordinary mid-terrace cottage.
I went down North Road Avenue the other day, just to check it out, and every other house seems to be up for sale or let, as though the residents are fleeing the Lovecraftian spatial distortion afflicting the area. Or perhaps it has something to do with the massive cinema they are going to build right in front of it.
I've viewed a couple of places. A flat in 'Melford Place', which sounds like something out of a Jane Austen novel (I thought that it would have made a very nice hotel room). And a maisonette whose bedrooms and lounge were huge, but seemed to have engorged themselves at the expense of the kitchen and bathroom, which were in terminal decline. At this last place, I tagged on to someone else's viewing, but failed to properly explain this to the woman-in-residence, whose look of horror when they left and I remained behind was something to treasure.
By the way, regular readers may have noticed that I have 'lost' an entry. I would like to point out that this is in no way related to news reports of the blogger whose fantasy about the abduction and murder of Girls Aloud got him in trouble (though he was acquitted) recently.
Mine was about the Nolan Sisters. There are some things, I have come to realise, that you just can't get away with.
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