The interval betwixt ‘tick’ and ‘tock’ is horrendously long at the moment. We
saw an absolutely perfect flat / unit / apartment / whatever on Saturday
lunchtime. We both decided that it was the business, so we abandoned the last
scheduled viewing and bolted to the real estate agents to sign our lives away
for the next four seasons. We filled out every last detail in their scrutinising
application forms and handed them over, pleased that we had arrived at the
office prior to the crowd of others at the flat. We were asked for a multitude
of types of identification as well as past rental history. Sadly, neither of us
is in the habit of carrying birth certificates, utility bills or suchlike with
us and so we were told that our time would be better spent at home, gathering
the required identity-confirming paraphernalia. In any case, applications would
not be considered until Monday morning.