Gradually rolling home

Well, got a step nearer to getting new place to live. After studying the feng shui all weekend, the Iron Buddha told me she would have to ring an expert in Beijing to get the final verdict. Unfortunately, there is an 8-hour time difference between Britain and China, and by the time the IB got out of bed the expert had clocked off. At this point I banged the table. Yes, cultural sensitivity blah blah blah, but if I was going to have to wait until the dear girl got up early enough in the morning (her record doesn't inspire confidence) to get instruction from some superstitious nutter in China, we'd be stuck here for ever. So we are putting our application in for "the White House" as the IB calls it, not ever being able to remember street or district names. Not that I wish to be associated with the sort of person who gets to live in the real White House, of course....