The listing said "1 bedroom," and there was a 1 bedroom available, but the price listed was for a studio in the same building. The 1 bedroom was half again the price listed. And, y'know, if I'd known the actual asking price going in, I'd maybe have been thinking about writing an offer. I know the agent listed it that way to get more people to come look... but the psychology backfired, at least with me.
Afterward, M & I went adventuring. We viewed the Shakespeare Garden, and I sang from the bandshell in the Music Concourse. ("There's No Business Like Show Business.")
Today's earrings: eyes, shells
Bedtime reading: Interesting Times, Terry Pratchett
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