Been a bit quiet around here hasn’t it.
Sorry about that, a combination of half term and yet more house stress has left me struggling for words that aren’t ‘fuck’ or ‘bollocks’ and much as I love a profanity, it is hard to construct a 400 word post out of them. (Though there have been times in the last fortnight where the thought of writing the ‘F’ word over and over again has been appealing!).
We lost another house last week, and found another new one this week. We now have to endure a long wait to find out whether we can have it or not, and frankly having biffed on many a time on this blog about the unfairness of the rental market and why it is so hard to find a house I am as bored of writing about it as you are reading about it.
Am trying to keep faith in the idea it may all be OK this time, while balancing that with a degree of scepticism – and frankly, that combined with managing an errant three year old and two older ones at home, is all my brain has room for.
I tried to think of something funny to ruminate on, but all brain activity is set to anxiety mode and won’t allow other thoughts a look in. I really look forward to a time when the whole bloody house crap is settled and I can just get back to enjoying life without the fear of homelessness looming over me like a big gloomy cloud of misery.
I even started to worry I may be a bit depressed, but I genuinely think my low mood is just a result of too many months of worrying about it all. I know things could be worse, we are all healthy and all that, and could honestly slap myself for not being able to put the concerns to the back of my mind – but I am a dweller, can’t help it.
This cheered me up though….
…..so am off to dive into a massive cake, and hopefully I will be able to come back soon with good news and a cheerier disposition,
until then you will find me in the biscuit tin,
Love Miss Cisco XXX