Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Today, I rushed back home from my weekly comics-purchasing expedition to meet the estate agent and view a 1-bedroom flat which Nikki had discovered was available not too far from where we live now.

My usual practise when dealing with estate agents is to ignore their every word, except when I speak to them directly, because it’s well-known that these people speak only in lies and riddles designed to confuse you into signing a contract. Today, when I first entered the flat to discover that I was standing in the bedroom, I was told “the layout of this flat, you either love it or you hate it.”

Needless to say, I hated it, but was what I was told really true? Do some people go into that flat and go “Finally, a front door in the bedroom! Just what I always wanted!” because I suspect that they don’t. Of course, if using the bedroom as a thoroughfare to the rest of the flat wasn’t an enticing enough prospect, there’s always the fact that the bail hostel was right next door…

It’s going to be a fun couple of months, I can tell…