Scott’s Spiel

So today I got a chance to see the flat my flatmates are in love with. Back on Monday he had two four-bedroom flats available at the same price. Today however, he had already managed to sell the first one (that my flatmates didn’t really like) but took myself and the other flatmate who hadn’t viewed it along anyway just to give us something to compare.

It was pretty small, even with 4 double bedrooms. A couple of the rooms had a double bed in them just to illustrate that it was physically possible (although made it remarkably smaller). The kitchen was perhaps large enough for 1 person to cook and someone to watch - there was no room to do much else. I wasn’t too impressed, and moved on to the second viewing with much scepticism (which, of course, isn’t at all like me…).

The second one was immediately larger. One of the rooms in particular had a lot more floor space (plus the double bed). The rooms themselves were nothing impressive - bed, desk and wardrobe - but I’m not really expecting much more. The main difference was in the kitchen where certainly a few people could be cooking at once. The living room had a really nice bay window which faced the back of the Boyd Orr - location couldn’t get much better. My flatmates were really excited about it and it was looking like I would be the casting vote. The only problem I had were cost and starting the tenancy at the start of June. I knew that the tenancy was going to be a problem everywhere unless I waited unless September, by which point I’d be getting desperate. So it all came down to cost. I didn’t really know what my parents had planned on helping me out with (I still don’t). It may be that I need to cover all the costs via grant and summer work so I decided that (at a considerable push) the costs would be doable. I therefore agreed to put down the deposit, which could be refunded within 24 hours if it turned out we weren’t able to go ahead.

On the way back I tried to imagine my mum’s response. I wasn’t disappointed. No sooner did I get on the phone were there several phrases “you’re a bunch of idiots” and such like. By the end of the conversation she simply told me I was paying for the summer months and that was it. I got an email soon after which covered it all:

I think it is mad that you are going to pay over £1000 when you don’t
have to! you’ve let your more-money-than-sense flat mates persuade you
into something that is mad! thought you were the sensible one!

She wasn’t too pleased is what I got from that. Happily for her the only other flatmate who hadn’t told his parents refused point blank to let him take this flat.

Chaos ensued and now we have two former best friends opposing each other. The one who could afford it (and was very, very excited about it) was ready to punch him. The other said he was going to Morrisons and hasn’t returned since (now over 4hrs ago…). He raised some good points however, and the flat is quite on the high end regarding cost. I don’t know what this will lead to. Likely an argument, probably a falling out. Myself and the final flatmate are sitting on the fence as much as possible. I’m optimistic (which, of course, is what I’m always like…) that something else will be around soon which people will love more and hopefully at a lower cost. If we can keep the peace till then, I’ll be happy for it.

I’ve already found another 4 bed which I’ve asked for a viewing of. No pictures so I don’t really have a clue what to expect.