I've had two great people come to look at my flat now. The icypole-bearer and one girl, who seems like she would be fun, easy going and low maintenance. I would be happy with either of them, although I've given the guy first option. He's going to let me know tomorrow. It's great to have an excellent Plan B.
I'm thinking it might be a good thing if he declines the offer because such is his hotness that my mouth might have dropped open a little when I answered the door to him. Luckily he distracted me with the icypoles.
As predicted, my perverse delight at the freakishly hot weather has all but dissipated. Now I'm gleeful about the air conditioning in my bedroom. And icypoles (popsicles).