I went to see a place today near to where I lived when I first moved to Glasgow. It's actually pretty decent. I'm going to contact the shitty agency on Monday to express an interest.
I also went to see a place last week. Nice guy, he was the landlord, but it was pretty far out there, small, and let's just say basic. He was still in the process of putting the bathroom together. There was no toilet or sink or anything. And the bathroom was so small that the toilet was going to go in at an angle. So you'd sit in the corner. Never seen that before. The price was pretty low but not enough for this place.
But this place I saw today was quite big and rent was more than I expect but not totally outrageous. It's a modern building. So I'm going to try to get that one.
In other news, I managed to dig out a 3 millimetre ingrown hair. That's over 1 inch. It was tough to measure because it really curled in on itself.
It was on my lower jaw area. There's a patch of hairs that get ingrown. They usually form some sort of cyst that goes away once you dig the hair out but not this time. This just looked like a normal, fairly small, straight hair that was really deep into the skin but looked totally healthy.
So I expected a real battle. I sometimes spend hours trying to dig these out and am covered in blood by the end. But this one came out in less than five minutes. And when I saw the size, I couldn't believe it.