Typical!

[nineveh_uk]

A house has come up that looks as if it might be just I want (OK, just what I want and have a halfway realistic chance of getting in Oxford, as opposed to, say, being on the crescent on Tadcaster Road in York), and that I can afford at the asking price. Except that it is Easter Sunday. When I am 180 miles away and can’t be there to see it for a week. Chances of it still being there a week tomorrow – I wouldn’t bet on it. Oh well, Venice is quite a consolation.

I went leafleting yesterday round the street where I lived until I was 12. I had forgotten quite how steep some of the drives are, and how long a couple of the routes that we used to run. Goodness, I must have been a fit nine year old.

Doctor Who was good.

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[nineveh-uk.livejournal.com]

And houses are like men. There is never only one that is perfect for you.

Yes, but this means I will probably reject them far too soon for entirely trivial reasons.