Flat-hunting aggro again!
Well, I contacted Marta of tiny-but-perfectly-located Angel flat last night to see if she'd asked the landlord my questions and I haven't heard back from her, so my assumption is that the room has gone to someone else.
This morning I saw just about the perfect place. But they can't take Daisy.
It's in Hackney, just barely. Like the one I saw on Friday it's actually in Upper Clapton, bordering on Haringey, and Stoke Newington, and Stamford Hill. It's opposite a massive park called Springfield Park. It's in what I assume was once an estate which has now been sold off, but a nice one -- not a blockies seventies building, but little maisonettes. It reminded me of the housing co-ops in False Creek at home a bit, but I can't find any images of those online so that will only mean anything to Mum and Keith.
The house itself is a four bedroom -- three upstairs, one down, two bathrooms, one of which is en suite to the downstairs bedroom. The room I was looking at was upstairs, massive, in the process of being redecorated, had all the furniture I need and a little balcony off it.
The place is owned by the guy in the downstairs bedroom, who is a doctor. He was asleep because he'd been working nights.
The guy upstairs is in TV and there is a Hungarian woman who does "something to do with accounts" and is "a bit mad" (said with a smile that said "fun mad, not scary mad"). It has a little garden of its own and massive communal green areas belonging to the development as a whole. Plus, you know, the park across the road. There's a Somerfield in Stamford Hill, which again, is adjacent and a huge Morrison's nearby also. Stoke Newington is within striking distance and apparently they have local Turkish stores.
It's £400 a month plus £90 for bills which includes everything (including a cleaner).
However, the doctor who owns the place has severe allergies to cats. No Daisy.
Justin thinks I should take it and we'll work out what to do about Daisy. I have emailed the owner to say I loved the room, I am trying to sort out about my cat, and when does he need to know by.
*sigh*
Well, I've got the cat-lover at Manor House in twenty minutes, I'll see what her place is like.
This morning I saw just about the perfect place. But they can't take Daisy.
It's in Hackney, just barely. Like the one I saw on Friday it's actually in Upper Clapton, bordering on Haringey, and Stoke Newington, and Stamford Hill. It's opposite a massive park called Springfield Park. It's in what I assume was once an estate which has now been sold off, but a nice one -- not a blockies seventies building, but little maisonettes. It reminded me of the housing co-ops in False Creek at home a bit, but I can't find any images of those online so that will only mean anything to Mum and Keith.
The house itself is a four bedroom -- three upstairs, one down, two bathrooms, one of which is en suite to the downstairs bedroom. The room I was looking at was upstairs, massive, in the process of being redecorated, had all the furniture I need and a little balcony off it.
The place is owned by the guy in the downstairs bedroom, who is a doctor. He was asleep because he'd been working nights.
The guy upstairs is in TV and there is a Hungarian woman who does "something to do with accounts" and is "a bit mad" (said with a smile that said "fun mad, not scary mad"). It has a little garden of its own and massive communal green areas belonging to the development as a whole. Plus, you know, the park across the road. There's a Somerfield in Stamford Hill, which again, is adjacent and a huge Morrison's nearby also. Stoke Newington is within striking distance and apparently they have local Turkish stores.
It's £400 a month plus £90 for bills which includes everything (including a cleaner).
However, the doctor who owns the place has severe allergies to cats. No Daisy.
Justin thinks I should take it and we'll work out what to do about Daisy. I have emailed the owner to say I loved the room, I am trying to sort out about my cat, and when does he need to know by.
*sigh*
Well, I've got the cat-lover at Manor House in twenty minutes, I'll see what her place is like.