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One of the listings in the property news is: "£830 pcm (Including a gardener)" Is he good looking?

Anyway. I looked at two places today, which were quite nice. One felt right, and I intend to send an application form to cambridge residential tomorrow, assuming I haven't been scooped[1]!

It's all on one level, but has a living/dining room which feels spacious, a kitchen with tumble dryer, a double bedroom, a spare bedroom in case I change my mind about living alone, or need storage, or a study. If all goes well I could move almost-immediately, though there's the aforementioned will-it-be-rented-by-the-last-guy.

The only problems are (1) being too far out of town, but on the bright side, that makes it near the science park, and also is off greenend road, so I'll feel geekier than anyone who merely has a greenend email address :) (2) being twice as much rent as I was paying before, but I think it's worth it, and I can afford it. The agency seem competent too, which is good. The representative seemed to actually have a history with the property and know what she was talking about, not just parroting "The girls in the office said..."

[1] Please tell me, do you know "scooped"="someone got a scoop on you"="printed an news story before you, or metaphorically, beat you to anything"? I thought it was a universally used english word, but last time I used it two of my friends looked at me like I'd said "lucubrate."
From: [identity profile] cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com
But it would have confused me more if you *had* changed it, because now we're talking about it...

The rise and fall of the King Badger

Date: 2004-11-24 12:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] satanicsocks.livejournal.com
Ah well, I wouldn't want to confuse you then.

Re: The rise and fall of the King Badger

Date: 2004-11-24 12:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com
And that didn't confuse me, because my just have talked about changing the title, and a title with no conceivable relevence to anything, combined instantly in my mind, and I had no doubt to what post this was a reply :)

I'm reminded of an early day in of Vickeridge's first computer. As a whim, mum had followed the lighthearted advice of a Dummy's style computer book and made a shortcut to minesweeper encaptioned "income tax spreadsheet." Since I knew there was no way mum needed a spreadsheet for that, and it wasn't the end of the tax year, I immediately clicked on it.