Off to the peninsular on Monday to look at some potential accommodation. I have chosen a mixed bag: a couple of lodgings and a waterfront appartment which will probably be way out of my budget but the Irish landlady sounds lovely. My favourite, thus far, is a house share with a lecturer. His selling point is the garden which, apparently, is home to slow worms, owls and wild roses. He doesn't possess a television....good news...but does own a projector for his regular film nights. Hmmmm. He also has a washing machine and wifi internet, these two being top of my list of priorities. I have fingers crossed which makes typing tricky.
How difficult will it be to live with other unknown folk after so long? Discussing this with friends at the writers' circle the other evening, I was a) taken aback by someone asking why I wasn't looking for alternative employment in such economically straightened times and b) much relieved by the interruption of another saying 'but, it's an adventure'. Carpe Diem and all that jazz
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