(Image from Flickr by greefus groinks)It's been a strange day so far. This morning I viewed a cottage that was the most filthy stinky home I think I have ever walked into (if you haven't been following this blog, we're looking for a new place to live). This was a shame because the actual property was full of early 19th century period charm (hidden under all the dirt) including a huge working fireplace. It actually still had outside toilets (but there were inside ones as well of course!) and a cool rather large hut at the end of the garden which would have made a great study and place to listen to and play music. Unfortunately the family currently living there have run the place into the ground so badly building up serious amounts of dirt and the smell, oh god the smell! It needed to be completely gutted, possibly fumigated and in parts re-built! How can people live like that? Sometimes London letting agents will try to sell you a property not fit for even a rat to live in, this one (who hadn't seen the property before today) looked suitably embarrassed and reassuringly disgusted at the state of the place and didn't even begin to try.
We walked away from the cottage disappointed yet again at not having found a new place to live and so the search continues (hope you don't mind me blogging about this instead of music right now).
Unfortunately for me, that walk took me to the dentist where I had to have a bit of work done that required some anaesthetic. I got back an hour ago and I'm basically sitting here not able to feel one side of my mouth with a tongue that feels extraordinarily huge waiting for the pain to kick in. Eating lunch has been fun.
Before the Novocaine wears off I'm going to draw your attention to the free Bandstand busking in London this weekend featuring The Leisure Society and Emmy The Great. Definitely worth checking out but I'd recommend wrapping up warm and possibly bringing along a hip flask.
Here's a song about a nasty dentist featuring Steve Martin:
Little Shop of Horrors - Dentist Song