I've not mentioned the apartment of late. While not usually superstitious, I'm starting to worry about tempting fate.
Time is very definitely running out - I reckon I have until mid-July before the seller will get bored of waiting.
And then, rather than luxuriate in a jacuzzi, making interesting shadows in the exotic (and, yes, deeply tacky) underwater lighting I'll be stuck living with my father for another six months, attempting to recreate the jacuzzi effect in the bath with the aid of a really hot curry and various bits of coloured cellophane.
Tch.
