One of two scenarios

This is me writing the future before it happens, as Blogger has now included future posting functionality. I am writing this when I should be packing.

So, at the time that this post goes live, either one of the following will have happened:

1. The letting agent was supposed to give us the code for the security alarm in our new place. He has gone on holidays. If it can't be sourced, we won't have moved in. I will have been apprehended for grievous bodily harm and sharing a cell with Amy Winehouse's husband. Come and visit me with a nail file hidden in an orifice, cause if I have to see that right minger when she visits her hubby I will vomit.

or

2. The office staff will pass the code onto the 3rd party collecting the keys who is meeting us there to do the inspection. I will have phoned to get the code myself. We will be so happy spending our first night in our new digs.

I hope for the letting agent's sake it's the latter, cause if I have to stay here any longer...