we are moving!!!! only a week. must remember in future not to be stubborn, really should have gone for the place when we saw it at the beginning of our search. BYNES ROAD - THE EAGERS-BEE's ARE BACK!!!

i have had enough of our fruitless search. i dont want to look at or for houses anymore. the disappointment is too much for my fragile character. imagine this.....we find the perfect place 3 beds lovely sitting/dining room and there was even a larder with proper stone floor. so we take it and wait for confirmation from letting agents....what happens next is indicative of how terrible trying to find a house in may can be......the landlord now doesn't want to move for 6 months and is withdrawing his property from the market. i mean, if you aren't sure dont fuckin put it on there in the first place. his arrangement issues are not my concern, my need for a big house with a kitchen in which i can prepare my own food really is very important to me. so what do i do, continue with this pointless searching or retreat into oh yeah someone elses house. gah. i give up i really do this time. i dont even want to live in a house anymore the boys are i are moving to aruba where i assume we will never have these issues.
laters.

The hunt continues.

despite having my darling children at home i am still supposed to be house hunting. it is impossible to be a good caring mother and stay on the hunt all day, and it seems that even if i take my eyes off the ball for one day i miss out on places that would have been perfect. the whole thing just get suckier by the day.i know we will find something but its the when i'm wondering about.

So after alighting the bus (having viewed another completely pointless house) poor jacky was sad at having lost his bus ticket. having given him a cuddle and told him we would get another one soon, he then turned to his brother and told him "oscar, i've lost my ticket" oscar stared at jack open mouthed then burst into delighted laughter. they are 3 and a half. evil, maybe, clever....definitely.

the trials and tribulations of finding a new house -

things i did not expect third time round, the disappointment of idiots taking places before we get a chance, going into house adverised as three bedrooms when actually the third bedroom is the sittingroom. lastly and probably the most disturbing i did not expect to find a poo left in the toliet presumably from a previous tenant unless there is a phantom pooper trudging round south croydon. in short if you are planning on viewing either 90 (something) st peter's street or 130 selsdon road just dont bother. i promise if you ever have any intention of breathing within the confines of your own home keep looking.