As a result of changing jobs I have to move to Brighton and find somewhere to live. So with this in mind I drove down on saturday, to Brighton to have a look at a couple of places. One of the places sounded really nice, in a fantastic location and I'd seen it from the outside the weekend before, so I was rather pleased when it was just as nice inside too. The second bedroom was a little bit small for a double bedroom and the bathroom was downstairs next to the kitchen, but I could live with those.

After looking at another place I decided to put a holding deposit on the first flat. Trundled down to the agents and handed over 200GBP cash and picked up some forms and then headed to the pub to celebrate finding somewhere. After about 20 minutes I got a phone call from the agents just to get some details to tell the landlady about me. About 15 minutes later I got another phone call telling me that when she had phoned the landlady, she said another agent had taken a holding deposit on Friday, but she hadn't bothered telling the agents I went through.

So now I'm back to square one and still don't have anywhere to live. Did a bit of retail therapy and bought a nice warm coat for when I have to walk to work in the cold Brighton wind and rain. Oh and as I was still stressed, I got my ear pierced.