Flat hunting
I'm now into my second dozen of flats that I've looked at. I'm beginning to think that the more expensive a place is in terms of rent the less the landlord gives a shit about the place and is just interested in getting his money from you. I've seen so many places where if you asked the landlord whether they'd let their own son or daughter live in their places they'd undoubtedly say 'no' they've been so bad. It's a real spam valley some areas as well, where it's so expensive all you could afford to eat afterwards is the cheapest of the cheapest food. I'd really like to meet someone who can actually afford to pay £4000 rent each month.
Having said that I've been amazed by the generosity of people I know who once I've told them that I'm looking for somewhere to stay have turned round and put me in touch with a friend or a relative that has a place or a room.
So the search goes on. Another place this evening, a bit out of town admittedly, but atleast on paper it looks quite fabulous. As long as it has a sink that's bigger than my hand like the last place had, it'll be an improvement.
On the yoga front I'm beginning to get stuck in to garbled pindasana at last. The arms are getting closer to getting through though my arm and leg muscles are making it somewhat difficult. It's good to get back to atleast giving it a go, the weeks I missed either being in Glasgow or in Mysore where I couldn't practice it kinda show. Still, little by little progress is being made. I've yet to endure the bruises on my arms that I've seen some people get though that's probably still to come.