Later that afternoon Harry was sitting in the hotel pondering over his accommodation options and no matter how he looked at it Harry didn’t think that he had much choice. On the one had he little shoeboxes that looked dirty and he thought that they would be overpriced at half the price. On the other hand he had a little shoebox of a room that would mean sharing with some strange guy that he didn’t know and all the possible unknown annoyances that could do lead to.
Another quick search of the internet as soon as he got back revealed nothing that looked particularly inspiring and that left him rather down hearted with nothing but bad choices ahead of him, but at least it didn’t have to be forever and when he was settled in his job Harry could start looking for somewhere else to live. I suppose I’d better take it then, Harry thought as he looked over the journey times and routes from the place in Clapham Junction to where he would be working, which wasn’t that great a journey but it didn’t look too bad, on paper at least.
“Hello Colin?” Harry said when the other man answered. “It's Harry, about the room, if it's still available I’ll take it,” he then added before Colin had time to really say anything.
“Yes I've got a few things to sort out and I’ll send you my references over tonight,” Harry then added when Colin had confirmed that it was. All things being equal, and with no setbacks, Harry would be moving in around 1st October and he supposed that was at least something to look forward to.