Limbo

I have nothing to do.

I finally got up the guts to ring my office about the lack of any form of communication on their part. It was a strange conversation in that I didn't get to speak to my boss directly. The bloke who answered the phone directed my questions at my boss who then replied through the bloke on the phone. It turns out that my contract was sent but must have been lost in the post.

Job - tick

We viewed about a million houses over the last few days and found one we liked just 8 minutes walk from where Stephen Jones lives! I've sent the agency my form for the reference checking and am just waiting for them to ok everything.

Flat - tick

We can't move in until everything's finalised so I can't sort out how or when I'm going to move in. This leaves me with nothing much to do except annoy my soon-to-be flatmates with 'ooooooooooooo, there's the biggest mountaineering centre in the South East right by our house' or 'ooooooo, we'll have to pay about £504 gas and electricity bills per year'.

Exciting stuff. Could go and pack...