NO F**ING WAY. Another potential flatmate has just cancelled at an hours notice. Yesterday's floozie never called me back. Today's weirdo called me from the train, said she was running late and had to cancel, and would "call me tomorrow" about setting something else up. Am I missing something here? They can hardly know enough about me from one five-minute phone call to decide they don't like me, and no-one makes PROPER ARRANGEMENTS any more. How I yearn for the pre-mobile fixed-line, fixed-arrangements shennanigans of my youth. And I bet these girlies don't write proper thank you notes.
Anyone (vegetarian) looking for a flatshare in Kilburn?
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