I'm staying, temporarily, in short-term holiday accommodation. I've been here before, in April, so I know Mr and Mrs B, the lovely Gozitan couple who run the place. I need to find a flat, so I have arranged for an agency to take me round some places today.
I see four apartments. One is tired and desolate, but it was cheap. One isn't finished, it's a shell but 'will be completed once it's let'. I can't afford to be paying weekly holiday rates while I wait for that. The other two are fine, if expensive, views of the sea from high-up balconies are extraordinary.
I meet Mr B back at my place, he reveals I can stay here until spring at a cheaper monthly rate, at which point he will have finished building and fitting his brand new apartments, and I can move into one of those. Would I like to go look? Yes, grazzi, I would. Perfect. Mr B saves the day. I don't have to move anywhere until March, he doesn't ask for a deposit, I can use his Wi-fi.
Mosquitoes eating alive my soft, white English flesh.
5.30pm, 28 degrees.
I see four apartments. One is tired and desolate, but it was cheap. One isn't finished, it's a shell but 'will be completed once it's let'. I can't afford to be paying weekly holiday rates while I wait for that. The other two are fine, if expensive, views of the sea from high-up balconies are extraordinary.
I meet Mr B back at my place, he reveals I can stay here until spring at a cheaper monthly rate, at which point he will have finished building and fitting his brand new apartments, and I can move into one of those. Would I like to go look? Yes, grazzi, I would. Perfect. Mr B saves the day. I don't have to move anywhere until March, he doesn't ask for a deposit, I can use his Wi-fi.
Mosquitoes eating alive my soft, white English flesh.
5.30pm, 28 degrees.