Good Friday lived up to its name because I received a call from Roger saying that he'd checked out my references and was happy to rent me the flat at the agreed price of £500pcm. I officially move in on the 1st May, despite it being on a Sunday but Roger's a huge fan of strict rules, apparently it's the elite SAS training coming out. So that means sorting out the clearance of our old house, which is very sad but it's clearly karma and I should move on.
In some ways the 1st May couldn't come soon enough for me; Eleanor's a convivial host but I'm getting fed up with young Sebastian's moods, he got very angry when he couldn't play swingball earlier on and insisted on slamming the racket down in the style of John McEnroe. Eleanor later took him to the woods which allowed me enough time to clean the bathroom with meticulous precision - I find a toothbrush is the best instrument for such a job.
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