Life in Reverse

After the jail house debacle, I was feeling pretty positive about the next house viewing as, to be honest, nothing could be any worse than the half-way house. Why is my life never simple? I feel like I'm doing The 'Backwards' Plan - starting with 3 kids, moving house and paying bills, living with several guys before deciding I might possibly like one of them *no, I do not obsess about playing with his curly hair*... CAN I JUST MEET SOMEONE and start off with the basics? Like, a DATE? (And the co-habiting comes months/years later?!) But let's not complain. Just so long as I don't marry a stranger on a drunken night and then have to get to know him, such as in 'What Happens in Vegas' (although no complaining if I end up hitched to Ashton Kutcher)!

Anyway. House number 2 was a flat, A WHOLE FLAT. I felt so adult! :) We were greeted by a very yummy Tim Henman-lookalike (with a strong handshake) who showed us round the flat, starting with the larger bedroom. I was too busy ogling at the two pieces of testosterone in the room to realise what Tim-man had just said to cause a 'no... no.. erm.. we...' reaction from Newby, but after a quick rewind of the conversation through my head I corrected him by explaining we weren't together together. Nope still only in my dreams... *sighs*

We decided against the flat in the end, and it's nice that we then both individually found good house-shares nearby on the same day, so one wasn't abandoning the other. I'm pretty excited about my new house, but nothing will beat my current house! No pictures for now, but the new landlady was lovely and the rooms very cool and youthful with super-cool sinks. OH the sinks! It's still in a good area, similar distance to the gym and close to the town centre, and the kitchen is humungous. And not a jail bar in sight! 

Tomorrow faces a House Content Sale organised by my current landlady, so I'm envisioning tomorrow evening sitting cross-legged on the floor with no table, chairs or sofa and eating takeout with plastic cutlery. But that's all the fun of moving house - realising you've packed everything you still need/ sold it all off.