Old mother hubbard.....

Dorthe and I went and had a look at an apartment together today. We're not exactly looking at moving into a place before xmas, but we obviously need somewhere to live once we return to Copenhagen this time next year.

Dorthe has been on the books of this rental agency company for twenty years (her parents signed her up when she was a nipper) or more - apparently, that is how long you have to be on the waiting list to get a good apartment in this town (!!!). Anyway, the idea was that we would go become "active" on their list, have a look at a few places, and get an idea of what was out - maybe if we found something we really liked, we might get it. The place we looked at today was in Frederiksberg, (near the Carlsberg brewery :-). It an apartment in your standard Copenhagen six story brick building - one bedroom, one lounge, 47 m². Fine. Sounds good, reasonably price. The thing is that I have no idea how big 47 m² is at all. That number means nothing to me. Well, we walked in there and there was a lounge and a bedroom. Moderately small lounge, moderately small bedroom. Small, but ok. Then I went looking for the rest of the apartment. No, its not behind this door. No, its not at the other end of the kitchen. No, that's the toilet. There is no "rest of the apartment", is there? Nope. D'oh! The phrase "shoebox" comes to mind......

Bugger. It seems that the days of choosing the flat on whether the cricket pitch has an outfield or not (as we did in Christchurch when I was student there) are long gone!!!