flat lining
I have to move. I've been given notice on the flat I've lived in for seven years, and I have two months to find a new home. This means I'll be having a lot of dealings with my least favourite kind of person, after a dentist, by which I mean an Estate Agent. Just yesterday I had conversations with two of them who couldn't have given fewer fucks about the situation I find myself in. Thank God for the internet, at least in this scenario, because it means I can view properties on-line from the comfort of my, soon to be ex, home without having to converse with any agent at all. I know that one of the concerns about the internet is that it's reducing our ability to socialise and interact with people in the real world, but when that person is an Estate Agent then that can only be a good thing, if you ask me. If only I could get my teeth checked on-line.