I can't believe this. I thought I played the system. I thought I was a bloody mastermind. The group chat had been active all day, CR and myself had coordinated a swoop for Botolph 2 and 3, CB was planning to join us upstairs with his poor ballot position leaving him in optimal position to claim a smaller room. It was a watertight plan. We hadn't heard any whispers of Botolph amongst our cohort, and it allowed us to have cooking facilities seeing as there was no chance we were making it to Newnham House. CR was first, and took his pick. A lovely Botolph 3. All was well and the plan seemed better than ever. But then, the first twist in our tale. DK nabbed Botolph 2 before CR and I had even hung up. How was this possible? My fever dreams of LC's hot tub were flashing before my eyes. Had my genius crumbled before me? I then did what no sensible person would do. I panicked. I searched the rooms upstairs. Botolph 4a, 4b and 5. I clicked on 4a first. It was tiny, people were complaining about low ceilings, nope. Then 4b, still tiny, little sunlight, how would my plants survive? Nope. Then 5. What I found was a gem. At my lowly 51st position in 2nd year ballot I chose a room that was 23 metres squared with an oven and a hob. The lighting wasn't brilliant but I had seconds left. I skipped the reviews and I confirmed that Botolph 5 was mine. I was ecstatic. I popped it straight into the group chat and grabbed a cold beer from the fridge. Time to celebrate... But now we come to the second twist. I checked my phone and saw I had been sent this: Fuck.
Learn from me kids. Always read the reviews.
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