And the hooping commences...

Last night I got a text from was-supposed-to-be flatmate informing me that she no longer wanted me as a flatmate, leaving me with a mere four days before I start work to find another place to live. Oh joy! She quoted reasons such as the process of me moving in was taking too long for me to move in (?) and that I didn't want the place for a long enough period of time (though this wasn't an issue when we signed the lease on Tuesday evening). Essentially, she flaked out, leaving me pretty damn high and dry. Now, I could legally contest this reaming, seeing as we both signed a lease agreement and all, but I'd rather not live with someone who is capable of flaking out in this fashion. So I sent off the keys in the mail this afternoon.

S'allright, though. It looks like I'm likely to find a place over the weekend. And the ex-would-be flatmate's out at least a week's worth of rent by messing me over (serves her right! (bitch!)). Oh, and I sent the keys by registered post, requiring a signature to receive (she's not home till 6 most evenings).