Those tender moments under this roof.

Fuck!

Woke up nice and early, drank a pot of coffee, sat down on couch, fell asleep again, woke at ten. Before setting off down the bank to take out two thousand quid, I called the agent to verify all was on. The landlady has backed out. Calling another agent we knew the property was listed through, it turns out the landlady let it yesterday. (And never mind the holding deposit. It would be nice if our likely legal recourse included the opportunity to beat her around the head with a cricket bat.) So it appears we're back on the market. I have called our present agent saying we're frantically looking again and may have to arrange an extension on this place. At least it's unlikely the present landlord will say no to money.

I can't tell you how very pleased I am. Gazumped on a fucking rental, as redcountess put it.