Not Our House

We very nearly lived in this house. We went to view, decided it would be perfectly suitable (as would have many, we're relatively unfussy), and asked the agent to set things in motion.

However, it was the same agency through which the then Wonderfiance had rented, and defaulted on a couple of payments when his boss hadn't paid him and when repairs needed doing to the house, so the agents flat out refused to rent to us.

We went back to the drawing board, and I found the place where we now live, put on a suit and applied for the tenancy on my own using my maiden name. I was successful and we moved in to the house where we still live 8 years ago today. Initially his name was not on the tenancy agreement; only after we were married and had a good rent record behind us did he go on.

We'd never have imagined we'd still be here 8 years later, nor most of what has happened in the last 8 years. Mind you, some things don't change - when we moved in here the Winter Olympics were in full swing - although the first night we spent here we slept on the floor, and watched on a small portable TV!