Tomorrow three guys are coming to sign the contract for the next academic year.

Finding housemates this time round seemed to be rediculously easy, Mark (the landlord) showed them round when I was away. They liked, but wanted to meet with me, which makes perfect sense.
So pretty much the only involvement I had in filling the house for next year was going out for a drink with three lads which seem like pretty sound guys.

If only everything in life was like this.
Of course my friends would point out that you need to factor in my ‘Jam factor’*

*For those not in the know: Jam = Luck