Coming home

This morning I had another viewing. Another no. Why does every four bed place have to have a teeny tiny room or be located in the dingiest of dingy council estates?
The next viewing in the diary was cancelled and the one after that was arranged for when I would be nearing the end of my journey home, so I couldn't make it. That's it until Monday.

I have failed in my task of finding a new home during my week off but one positive is that we found our that at least we won't be homeless if we don't find anywhere...not for another two months anyway. That's the amount of time our awful landlady needs to give us as notice if she finds people to replace us. Said awful landlady has left us with a broken front door for the past four months and had failed to tell us she had put the flat on the market - shame on you RH, we will not miss you and your errant ways.

Anyway, I have left the business of flat hunting for the weekend to return home to north Wales and see the family. My new little baby nephew is coming up from Newport too and I can't wait to have a cuddle!