Nebulous Mooch

We’ve been doing a lot of apartment hunting. We’re staying with friends right now and want to get out of their place as quickly as possible. So we spend our days getting lost on the complicated streets of London and showing up late for appointments with estate agents.

Today we saw the best apartment that we’ve seen and the worst. The best was small but had a very nice kitchen. All the apartments are small. But who wants to hear about the best apartment when the story of the worst one is much more interesting.

Richard, the landlord was twenty minutes late to the appointment. This wasn’t his fault but I still thought it was worth mentioning. The apartment was on Penge Road. Penge just doesn’t have a good sound to it. When Richard finally did arrive to the appointment he forgot the keys to the flat. He let us into the building, but we had to wait on the landing of the stairs for him to come back with the keys. It was worth the wait.

The flat had just been “fixed up” so there was dust and dirt everywhere. He was bragging about the renovations when my husband noticed some rust on the refrigerator door and decided to open it to investigate. Inside the refrigerator lurched the foulest odor he says he’s ever smelled in his life.

“Everything is brand spanking new,” Richard said, motioning to the ten year old radiator on the wall.

Some of the other great features of this newly renovated flat were the dirty toilet, view of a pile of trash in the back garden and paper thin walls. Needless to say we’re still looking.