London Diary – part five

"And Tiny Tim, who did NOT die…" etc. So, no, I did not actually give up at the point that I gave up in my last instalment of the London diary. Or, I gave up for a day or two, at most. That's not to say I have succeeded in my mission yet, but so much has happened that I cannot really hope to set it all down here.

Carl Sagan and Diana Rigg very kindly arranged things so that I would have an extension of my time here in London, in which to search. I have a new phone (a story in itself, though not necessarily an interesting one), I have it on good authority now (having made enquiries of actual authorities) that I am under no obligation whatsoever to tell a landlord that I will be claiming housing benefit (so all those adverts that say "Sorry, no DSS" are presumably not actually legal in any way, and are just mean-spirited), and I even have new buttons on my tweed jacket that has for so long remained buttonless, these new ones being almost-mint-green, and sewn very tightly and beautifully by Diana Rigg.

And I have viewed about three flats so far, in the space of two days. Existence in London is beginning to look like a theoretical and even a practical possibility. But I must get back to the search, as I only have six days left. My apologies to all those waiting on me for one thing or another who are experiencing delays because of my current suspended lifestyle.