Trying to Woo the Rental Gods...

OK. This is it. If they don't bite at this, they're truly insane & I'm better off w/out this house. I dropped some quid on a charming floral gift basket (white roses, ivy, sprays of pine...you get the picture)and wrote a direct, heartfelt mini soliloquey essentially stating the Universe has made this match perfect, so wise up & accept my application and my money. The note card was an antique-ish English painting of a magnolia blossom & the hand writing was in my best calligraphy. I am insane. My Basket of Drooling Hope was left on the desired doorstep this morning. We'll see...