So I'm looking for a new flat, because although I seem to be freeish of bed bugs, I'd like one where the roof doesn't leak.
Fussy, I know.
So I have one set of agents that cll me all the time asking me if I'm still looking. But have no actual properties. Certainly none they want to show me by email. I'm just supposed to turn up on spec. I don't think so. The last time I did that it was Limehouse and next to rubble and condemned flats. Or as I like to call it rapists' ally. Certainly led me to refine the search by removing Docklands light railway from transport routes. Huge stairs, one small lift for the whole of the commuting mass? Not going to work.
I have one set that deigned to talk to me, have arranged a viewing, but not given me the address. Because that would be too easy.
Another set talked to me and showed me some nice properties but the one I really liked isn't available until 31 January which is too late for me. The one next door is one bed and the same price. V odd, but I'm going to have a look.
Another set called and left a message. The flat is south of the river. ~is brave and open minded~ They had another one listed, a beautiful converted synagogue (which would have felt odd and wrong in a way that converted churches are not) but then I used google view and found it was in Tower Hamlets! Tower Bleeding Hamlets! One of the most deprived places in London, and all the flats I'd have to walk past to get to the tube were glazed with cardboard cf Rapists Alley 2.
In short, this is all being rather difficult. And estate agents are shits who can't do their job properly.
And liars. How they lie.