I have now sorted out a house in Hatfield.
From 'hitting the ground running' just before half past one, to about ten minutes ago when I arranged to meet my soon-to-be Landlord to sign the contract, it has taken me just that time to sort myself out. I didn't even need the extremely helpful people at the letting agency I contacted via the internet.
I just looked in the window of the first newsagent I saw after getting off the train.
The room I'm getting is the lounge of an end-of-terraced house, light, two radiators, central heating, huge wardrobe, two sofas, large pine table, big frame bookcase, and the landlord said that he'd buy me a double bed if I wanted one, seeing as I was potentially the first person to have the room after it's being converted into a bedroom. Oh, and there's a big garden with a pond and a patio. And all bills/council tax included in the rent, which is very, very reasonable.
I'm meeting him in an hour to sign the contract and sort out the picking-up-of the keys to move in in a week or so, so I guess there's little left to do except to sit back and watch the hate mail roll in...
I am a jammy bastard. I know.
Woo!
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