These feet weren't made for walking

Kevin was supposed to drive up here slightly early today so that we could go and see a flat and a house in Coventry (at 4pm and 5pm respectively). Unfortunately, since his car fell apart as he set off to get petrol, and he's not yet got tax or insurance documents for his new car, he's been somewhat delayed. This, then, saw me setting off alone to catch a bus this afternoon and attempting to locate the flat.

Since the block of flats has a fairly generic (unGoogleable) name, and the road it's on is 6 or 7 kilometres long, I'd had to phone the agents yesterday to ask for more information about how to find the place; nearby sideroads, for instance. The woman I spoke to, however, had never been to the place, and the exact instructions I received via her from her colleagues were, "It's before you get to the school". Useful. (Particularly since there are at least two schools along that road — so I found out as I walked along most of the length of the road in the rain — with the flats being situated between the two.)

On the plus side though, to reward my panic, paranoia, aching feet and dampened spirits hair, the flat was gorgeous. It was lovely. It's a brand new block of flats, never been lived in, and there's brand new wooden floors and furniture everywhere, and sparkly new bathrooms (one proper and one en-suite) and a fabulous, beautiful kitchen (dark worksurfaces and wooden cabinets). The only thing wrong, that I can see (other than the downside of it being a furnished flat, which is that there's an extra double bed in the way that we wouldn't need) is that, when these fine people built the kitchen, remembering to include a half-fridge hidden behind a cupboard door, what they apparently forgot was a freezer. There's no freezer. How can they expect people to live without a freezer?

I then started trekking for another mile to reach the house — it would have been longer, but luckily a bus appeared to transport me a little way down the Long and Winding Straight Road, and gave my feet a little break. The house wasn't a nice as the flat, though it is a) larger overall, and b) cheaper. Oh, and the second bedroom had one bright yellow wall, one bright green wall, and Winnie-the-Pooh characters all over the walls, so that's a bonus. (Also, still much nicer than the house we saw last week, which was a bit of a let-down.)

After that I walked around the area a little until I came out somewhere I recognised, and could therefore catch a bus home from, which I did. Getting home revealed that one reason that my feet were hurting so much was that I'd managed to walk a square centimetre flap of skin on my sole loose, giving the effect of a relatively deep cut multiplied by area. It's a little painful.

Anyway. Do you realise that if you extrapolate my blogging habits for this month, logically it means I'm going to blog 30 times in June?

*me makes a hollow laughing*