Laziness can sometimes, somehow, be the best policy... eventually.
A few months back, in a slough of anxious despair over my lack of progress in my trying-to-finally-be-an-adult attempt to (half-) buy my first property, I momentarily pondered going back to one of the only options on the slowly-moving list: a creepy cubbyhole across the road from the Red Lion and a meagre few millimetres upstairs from Chicken Cottage in Barnet High Street.
Such obvious poverty of prospects actually almost threw me instead into the welcoming, yet still dubious, embrace of a new development down the road - and across the North Circular - in Colindale, an admittedly-smart set of new apartments yet with the built-in disincentive of being in, well, Colindale.
Still, beggars can't be choosers, and it was still North London, within Barnet borough borders indeed, and I was tempted enough to ask about, and promise to attend, the crucial open day. Which, sadly, fell on a Saturday. Of a Spurs home match, but that rather proved beside the point since I could get along there bright and breezy and early that same Saturday morning.
Except I, obviously, didn't - a few drinks the night before making for a few extra hours in bed the next morning (and early afternoon, even, I dimly recall...)
So, Colindale went as casually wasted as myself, and so for a few more months I had to wait and wonder whether I'd frittered away one of my most likely sites. But, no, I should be wending Woodside Park way any day now.
And the smart and swanky Colindale setting...? Oh dear:
As that sage Homer once said: "Alcohol - the cause of, and solution to, all life's problems..."