Flat out denial, part 2

Okay, so I'm a dweebling.

The flat in London didn't flip-flop and reject me. They flip-flopped and accepted me.

It turns out I read the messages in the wrong order. The first message was a straightforward Sorry, but we have to meet you. The second one was to let me know that their usual requirements could be waived for a New Zealander. Go Kiwi!

Now I've got to figure out the money side of things. Security deposits and the like, oh my!