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Showing posts with label flat hunting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flat hunting. Show all posts

Friday, 26 February 2016

A Multitude Of Additional Training Opportunities



I risk the calf on the bike today and that goes well. L also has pre-Paris concerns about a body part, in her case it’s her ankle, which apparently she exercises every time she makes a cup of tea. So about three times every hour.

Today is of course Friday which brings with it a multitude of additional training opportunities. 

There’s a rather gory play in the news. Cleansed sounds so gloriously un-PC but if I saw it I would probably faint.

Daughter is flat hunting whilst getting invited for rides in posh cars, invited for meals and even to Dubai. All by the same letting agent. Something tells me he’s a bit dodgy. Luckily she had her knitting needles with her so there was only ever going to one winner of that one. You don’t mess with Daughter when she’s armed.
 
(Friday 26th February)

Sunday, 17 August 2014

The Daughter Project



The latest Daughter project takes us to Manchester for a spot of flat hunting. After looking at some lodgings sharing a couple’s home we hit the student area of Rusholme. Student dives all around and we visit a couple, which come complete with dishevelled students already in situ . Then we visit a post-grad only house which was much clearer, tidier and nicer, far too nice for students.

We sign the tenancy agreement and promise to send a cheque in the post. Then we retire to the Sandbar for a pint and to show off their bus seats. Daughter isn’t impressed.

We also wander around doing a bit of job hunting, which yields a few possibilities.

(Sunday 17th August)