well done me
paperwork is processing for the house ben and I applied for- it's very very narrow, but has a semi-back-garden complete with garden gnome, and the kitchen is the biggest room in the house, so how could I say no? It's also very close to a park that has a croquet pitch, where we saw some old men playing- I hope I get a chance to learn the game from them! (I really liked it when I played it at my grandparents, but that was "young-peoples-rules...)... They were processing the application yesterday (i.e. the lady kept calling and asking me questions that I was sure we'd filled out, but oh well...) I'm desperately hoping to hear from them tomorrow, and then they can tell us the move-in price (which ben and I calculated to be about 800 quid, or $1600 each), and then we'll sign our names on the morgage (which my father told me at the age of 6, and I later found out to be true, means the 'death note') and move in. Wheeeee! If it happens, I'll let you all know where I'm living- otherwise I'm at Ben's parents house working on my dissertation, while they can stand me.
Sis, who were you bitching out and why? Give me details (in a private post)!! I miss you all too too too much!!
*Shmooshy hugs*