There was a great show on TV last night, possibly on the BBC about body language and the art of spotting a "tell" (nail biting, fiddling with cufflinks, that kind of thing). It was surprisingly interesting, if only because I now know how infuriate others through the use of body language or at the very least constantly assume and keep the dominant position in any given situation. I think that should keep me entertained for a month or two at least. God knows I need something to keep me sane while this place gently spirals down the plughole of poor planning and tetchy primadonnas.
cartographer is back, so we can get down to the serious business of determing which dangerously sub standard, overpriced, too-tiny-to-even-be-called-cramped shithole of a place we're going to move into. Judging on what I've seen so far it's going to be a dive so the decision should probably be unanimous. Thankfully, places in phibsboro are pretty thin on the ground at the moment too. Of course, reasonably priced, two bedroom (with both having been designed as bedrooms as opposed to the usual 1 bedroom, 1 cupboard configuration) don't even exist as a concept any more from what I can see.