
I've just copied and pasted your last message onto a piece of paper which I'm going to put up on my son's door. Just for a subtle (

) dig...
Like the new avatar btw.
Speaking of my son, he's just got back from Cornwall. As a few of you will be aware, I was tearing my hair out because he had done NOTHING about getting anywhere to live in September (yes, I do mean as in that month that starts next week!)
I was hearing about all these other students who were having trouble getting even shoddy and unsuitable accommodation months ago, and horror stories about how expensive it all is for the ones left. His attitude (which is generally his attitude to life) was
"Stop fussing Mother, it'll be FINE."
And guess what? A last minute place came on the internet a couple of weeks ago. He signed up for it WITHOUT having seen it or even knowing exactly where it was, or indeed if the person really existed.

. His girlfriend's mum has just taken them down to look at it. Oh and guess what?
"Yes, it's really big, and nicely fitted. We've managed to convince the lady she only needs to let it to us for 9 months per year so she can let it to holiday makers during the summer. It's a converted Victorian house with big windows and lovely high ceilings. It's a few minutes' walk from the supermarket, has a courtyard bit where I can keep my bike, is on the bus route to uni, oh, and has AMAZING views across the bay."
Well, obviously I am pleased for him (and not a little relieved) but GRRRRRRRR HOW is that boy so jammy (and infuriating)?.
