A house is a house is a house is a house

So, the good news is we got the house. The bad news is we decided not to take it. Sigh. I asked the agent if she wouldn’t mind letting Big-P have a look through the property before he signed a lease and I am so glad we did. He thought it was a big disappointment and as we looked around I could see what he meant. It was shabby and it was small. I guess it came along after a week of looking at really crusty old houses and it was the first remotely ok one, but for the hugely inflated price that we ended up offering it was no where near good enough. So it’s back to the hunt. We are seriously considering putting our stuff in storage and staying with my parents for a while so that we don’t end up signing a lease on a place out of sheer desperation. Perhaps we will stay there until we have enough money saved to buy a place! (Dad, if you’re reading this, I’m just kidding).
In other news; just to add to the general stress levels around here, I have so much work on that my ears are bleeding. Well, not quite but almost… after spending a day doing scary web design I have to spend this evening cutting out folio mounts for my work for the last one and a half years. I have an appointment to show it on Thursday and it is severely out of date.