Well - I didn't realise until I stopped posting just how many people actually bothered to hop on here from time to time with the intent of reading through my woes, rants and general complaints.
I'll just give you a brief summation then of my recent few days in Oxford. Seeking desperately for some form of accommodation that is acceptable at least to the point that I'll not want to kill myself each evening upon heading home. There are some seriously depressing houses with rooms available: Oxford seems to specialise in dark, pokey terraces that in all honesty I never dared enter to check out the rooms, but then my soul would have been destroyed within days if I had to go into one of these places on a regular basis so it would have been a pointless exercise.
After a day of trudging around the streets becoming increasingly disillusioned with the world, the option became available - never mind how - that perhaps I would be able to get a one bedroom apartment. All to myself. Me. Just me. Nobody else's hairs in the shower, nobody else's dishes in the sink. In other words, what I'm used to and - frankly - what I'm sure you'll all agree I need. A further day's searching, starting out with bounding enthusiasm and ending in crushed drunkenness, resulted in total failure.
I am currently clinging to the hope that the nice lady in my college wasn't lying through her teeth when she said there was the remotest of remote possibilities that I could still live in Linacre accommodation.
On the other hand... I do rather fancy living on a narrowboat. Remember reading an article in National Geographic years ago about a Cambridge student doing this, which proved that what I'd thought of years before that was feasible. I've just spent the evening getting overly enthusiastic about some beautiful little numbers with my Mum and the aim of tomorrow is to convince my lunatic of an aunt that she wants to invest in one of these. Mooring fees seem to be cheaper than paying rent anyway - and come on, who wouldn't live on a houseboat given the chance??
Currently having lovely images of being moored right by the college boat house; someone can just give the porthole a tap when they've arrived and are ready to row and I'll ease my way out of a suitably snuggly bed and set off in an eight.
Not entirely sure about car parking for narrowboat owners... Hmm...
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