Went to see a couple of flats in the morning. One of them was very good. Then went to work to do some routine, then quickly to the bank to set up an account. The charming female clerk in a headscarf probably liked me, because she also got me a credit card, even though this bank rejected to give it to my colleagues (because they weren't residents of the UK for 3 months).
Then I went to work and made a call to the letting agent saying I am ready to rent the good flat I've seen this morning. She said "all right, come tomorrow". 20 minutes later, when I was taking a ****, she called me again. I obviously didn't pick up the phone. So she left me a voice message. Out of the loo, I called my voicemail service, found out I have 4 messages (the agent's one being obviously the most recent) and started listening to them. Rrrrright at the end of the 3rd message my minutes allowance ended. I went to a store to top up the phone (I'm still on PAYG) only to hear in the last voice mail that someone actually paid a letting fee for the apartment in the morning, so it's gone and I can't rent it. What a lovely day!