The Hunting of the Flat, Part II

Okay, the attic place turned out to be less of a flat and more of a small receptacle. A perfectly charming small receptacle, but a small receptacle nonetheless. Ended up going to an agency (who I'm not supposed to call an agency; they seem to see themselves more as discreet matchmakers) and paying them a largish fee to get our names on the books. The housing sitch here being what it is we were bound to get shaken down, and this seemed like the least painful option. Ahhhhnyway, they got us a few names and things are looking up a bit. Saw a place yesterday which we both liked, and this evening we're checking out another attic. With any luck we could have a place sorted by the end of the week. Yay.