Life isn’t getting any better here. We’re tolerating it because we have to, but it’s not pleasant in any way. I just want her to stop talking as it winds me up. She only leaves the house to take the dog out and pick the girls up from school so has nothing particularly interesting to say. Usually it’s about a dog they met in the park or some boring rant about her latest conspiracy theory obsession. I don’t care. I’ve switched off.
Two houses came up this week that were both perfect. I have an appointment to see one next week but the other one had gone by the time I called when I got to work. That’s the problem of house-hunting in secret. You can’t call to ask about somewhere just whenever, you have to wait until you’re alone for 5 minutes. And then