The first week in London is already behind us, and it was just such a hectic and frantic week that I didn't have the energy to write at night. But that's the paradox about diarising your life; the more happens, the less time you have to write it all down.
In the meantime, we have found a short term place to stay, I spent a week running all over London trying to get us an affordable, charming, well-located flat (which I did, yay for me) and visited schools for Sean to choose from.
The flat-hunting was often frustrating, sometimes funny, a little scary at times (when I got lost in a dodgy area) but mostly just very time-consuming and crazy. In the end I grabbed a studio flat at 160 pounds a week in Queen's Park, with a very charming mantelpiece to it and squeaky clean.
One thought about agencies here: they should merge so they can offer to show you many apartments in a larger area, not like now when they each show you one flat within half a mile distance from their office.
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