Jelly is frustrated

No pictures today, I still can’t find the bloomin cable! I did find it, then I lost it again. Go me! Potentially lots of blog though.

I posted about our flat offer and the joy of that – the joy of that was short lived because the owner isn’t sure whether she wants to let, to sell, to refurbish (more?) and yada yada, fluff, fluff – concluding in the agent basically sending us a list of other properties (unsurprisingly out of our price range and not particularly wow – if we were to find something completely wow we’d probably talk each other into spending more – silly, but true!)

So the search continues – meaning that we’re going to be meeting with two other agents on saturday and viewing a pile more flats – still in the same area and full of joy. Bumble is being very zen about it and insisting that it just wasn’t meant to be and that it means we’re destined to find something more perfect – which is funny because it’s usually me who’s zen about things and instead I’m gutted and it’s almost put me off looking at others because I’ll be comparing everything to the first one! (But then if we find something else and it’s even better than the first one I’ll accept his I told you so gratefully)

In the excitement of the flat I do believe I forgot to share the joy of the young estate agent (not the one who showed us around – he was just good at his job and nice and not a moron) there was a young guy working in the office who had It. I don’t know what It is – it’s that something that you can’t place – but this guy had it in spades. He wasn’t good looking but you couldn’t not look at him – mainly because he was dressed like a total div – but he pulled it off without looking like an actual div – which is quite an achievement. He had on a stripey shirt with an enormous cartoon white collar that stuck out a mile, he was well over 6′ tall but about 8 stone wet through, and his not quite long enough trousers showed off his bright red city-boy socks perfectly – and his shiny shiny deck shoes. I didn’t think deck shoes were meant to be shiney – but shine they did, non the less. He didn’t walk around the office, he bounced – kind of like Tigger in a suit; we liked him.

Before I forget – today’s best tube-ness.
First of all – I wish I’d been able to get a photo (damn you phone battery!)- I saw the BIGGEST afro I’ve EVER seen – seriously, it was incredible – it looked like someone walking around with their head buried in a storm cloud! (Complete with lightning – because she had it streaked. I say she – I’m not completely sure because I didn’t look at anything but The Hair. Nor did anyone else on the platform…)

I was distracted from The Hair eventually by the tannoy announcer telling us we all had to leave the station immediately as there was a reported emergency – he said it loudly, over and over again (mostly people just milled about looking irritated – there was no rushing for the exits which you’d expect in an emergency – it’s funny how quickly you become jaded during any commute through London – emergency? I don’t care – as long as the bomb misses me and doesn’t make me late home! Suicide you say? Tragic waste of life? Nope – damned nuisence delaying my bloomin train!) then a train pulled in and rather than make for the exits, as requested, the entire platform got on it and headed to Finsbury park to wait there for changes to the places we really wanted to go. Evacuate! Ha! No chance buddy – I want my tea! I’d have to be on fire myself before it worried me!

(I’m a Londoner! Sorry Dad!)

When I got onto the right train, from Finsbury park (which was nicer to wait at anyway because it’s outside and has actual sunshine) there was a girl sitting opposite me, on the other side. She was quite etherial looking – like a tiny, dainty fairy – long dark hair, huge blue eyes (yep, bigger than mine) teeny tiny little bones and very doll like – and she was STUFFING a Macdonalds down her throat like she’d been starved for months! It was fantastic. I love watching people completely abandon themselves in enjoying what they’re doing (although this one did make me want a big fat dirty burger!) and she was utterly oblivious to her surroundings, just enjoying her greasy food with no inhibitions.

There’s been a bunch more going on but right now Bumble is about to arrive home and I need to get back out of my jim jams so we can go and buy our tea!

Love, and all that jazz,

Jelly x