No house. Which was a kick in the guts... having everything so nicely "sorted" as I trot off round Warrington and eastern europe made me feel so much less guilty for being away... and I'd already enjoyed too many dreams about the place... Jon and Sarah and Matthew and me, with roses over the door, and near Queens' and where all my friends are next year ( the little postgrad accomodation queens' has is in newnham croft, and my four best college friends are renting in newnham) Of course it was too good to be true. And I had had a slight forboding when the rental agency had said the landlord wanted it for a bit of July... it was stupid to get my hopes up. I'm new to this big mean world. And now I'm stuck in Warrington, when I should be sorting stuff in Cambridge while M's away.
Still, count my blessings... and I'm not short of blessings. Foundation will continue to fit us all (just) for as long as it needs to, which shouldn't be too long... and I still have the whole moving in with them properly plan, it's not like they've suddenly decided they don't want to live with me... and M still loves me... it's just a set back, not anything to get really upset about.
But I feel tired and drained and miserable. So much to organise before tomorrow and I don't really give a shit.
Gah, wish Matthew was here and not about to go off to Italy. I think I'll go and phone him.