Or "Its always third time lucky."

So the other night we had the third housemate applicant come round for an interview.
Just to recap, housemate 1 never turned up and 2 accepted a house elsewhere.
Having become a bit needy and deciding that we shouldnt really have high standards we were all set for for round three.
While finishing off a lasagne there was a knock at the door. Turns out later on through the interview I had spilt loads of lasagne down my shirt. Nice.
First contact is always a little scary. You never know who is behind the door. It was kind of like a mini version of Blind Date. But for a house mate. Blind Roomie. Anyways when we opened the door to the new applicant she seemed pretty normal. She had no extra limbs or growths. During the interview everyone seemed to get on very well. She was there for almost 2 hours talking about random stuff. Stuff that didnt even have to do with the house. In fact I think the actual house talk took up about 20% of the total conversation. Dont ask how I measured this.
But this applicant was as nice as the other. She was funny, polite, easy to chat with. She seemed keen on teh idea of our random drinks/pub quizes and was very much up for the idea of getting takeaways as often as possible. All was going well. So well that the housemate was so excited about her almost asked her to move in straight away.
But the following day we called her back and told her we would be happy to have her, and she jumped at the chance. So now I dont have to have any worries about not finding a housemate in time, or how to pay extra bills if we hadnt found one.
Unfortunately she moves in while Im risking life crossing a mountain. I hope she doesnt think Im trying to avoid her.

At the weekend I received an email from the folk at Grandadbob. I first heard this with the Mrs at Wireless, Leeds. Then I was gutted to of missed them at V. I also recently entered one of their competitions. Having forgoten all about it, I was reminded when they sent me an email saying I had won. I had been given free entry to some opening night somewhere in Sheffield. This was the first time Id ever won anythign like this, and was even more made up as it was for a band I really like.
But having read further in to it, it turns out the opening night/gig taking place was happening that weekend. Not having enough time to arrange transport/accomodation, not having money due to going on holiday the Mrs feeling really ill due to El Bugo I had to pass up the opportunity. I was gutted. So was the Mrs.
Nevermind, these things happen.

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I read this amusing entry about who has killed more people, God or Satan? Despite being the Prince of Darkness, Satan is far behind on the death toll.