After 11 months of searching, I’ve finally found somewhere decent to stay on my 2 nights a week in London. I now have a lovely pied-à-terre just 15 minutes’ walk from the office.
It all came about through a chance conversation.
When I was in Tuscany a few weeks ago for a friend’s birthday, I got chatting with his best mate, Clare. She asked me how my new life in France was going.
I explained that it was great but my nights in London were proving a trial. The unpredictability of my Airbnbs – never knowing whether I’d be offered a towel or even toilet paper – was getting me down.
Without hesitation, she offered me a room in her home in Leytonstone.
She rents out 2 bedrooms on a long-term basis and the 4th bedroom was useful for occasions when friends visited at weekends. As I would usually be there on Tuesday and Wednesday nights only, I wouldn’t affect that arrangement.
So she invited me to meet her housemates, Paul and Iggy.
“Not only do I have a lovely quiet bedroom at the back of the house, but I also have my own bathroom”
Clare works in wine – she’s an educator for a very well-respected wine merchant – so I made sure to take a good wine with me. A lovely bottle of Chorey-lès-Beaune proved just the ticket.
“A red Burgundy? Our favourite!” the 3 of them chorused.
I thought it was probably in the bag at that point. Over dinner, we swapped stories and got to know each other – and by the end of the evening, the deal was sealed.
What’s more, not only do I have a lovely quiet bedroom at the back of the house, but I also have my own bathroom.
This will do me very nicely until such time as I can hand in my notice at my job in London and start working in France instead. I just need a buyer for our house in Brighton and then I can really make the future happen.