All day I've been reading advert after advert for houses to rent and they almost all exclusively say; NO DSS, NO CHILDREN, NO PETS.

No pets? Well maybe, but he's only a little dog, not a great big barky Alsation. But no children?

Sorry? No children?

*sigh.*

It's all so depressing, and you know, once you decide to do something, you've just got to do it haven't you? You don't want to sit through the atmosphere and the underlying current of fear anymore, you don't want to wait for available in April you want available NOW. Now this minute, give them the money, get your stepmum to say what a good tenant you are, get a van, get some crap furniture from Ikea or wherever, get the few things you're taking from home, get the dog, get the boy, get there, get in.

And then. Then what?

Sit on the floor and sob for a while about how you managed to fuck your life up this badly, dust yourself down, start to unpack, smile about how you've done the right thing for everyone, open a bottle of wine and get unpacking.

Oh.

I wish I had a real fairy godmother to magic me a house *Tommy Cooper style.

Doesn't anyone with time on their hands who is good at sigils fancy making me an urgent one for it?



* justlikethat.