It is rare for me to drink a chamomile blend before noon, but it happened today. I do believe that this brew may have calmed my frazzled nerves to some extent. Well, to a degree. The latest hilarious finding in my seemingly interminable quest for a new apartment featured this amazing phrase:
“A clothing optional atmosphere is hoped for when circumstance and weather permit.”
No, I am not joking.
I have encountered a variety of people who refuse to provide the address to the place which they are ostensibly attempting to rent. I have encountered people who agree to send the keys so that I can see the property—but only after I mail them a check to the U.K. I have been sent pictures of properties which look like images from postcards of historical buildings. I have been asked to meet men with only first names at intersections at 7 pm.
Miranda Barbour & Co., anyone?
Like I was saying: chamomile is de rigueur under the circumstances—which do not, incidentally, permit of a “clothing optional atmosphere”!!!!