Gah!

May 06, 2009 18:57

Me and Em had a boss barbecue this weekend, with loads of our mates from all corners of the country. It was tremendous, I have never eaten so much meat in a 6 hour period. All of it charred beyond recognition immaculately grilled. 11 people kipped over in relative comfort. I thought "What a great party house this is".

So what happens? The landlord came round and said he can't let us stay on because his ma needs somewhere to live, as she lives in a caravan at the mo. So that means we have to move out at the end of our contract, or up to 3 months later if we struggle to find somewhere.

I am pig sick. This is such a great house - loads of storage, manageable garden, tons of cupboard space, and I'd finally got my study/guitar room free of crap the day before. We thought we'd be here until Em finished her 3 years at Banbury / Chipping Norton in 2011. not so.

That means another fucking house hunt, another fucking £100 credit check fee to some lazy-arse estate agents, potentially more rent (Oxford seems to have bucked all the housing trends and prices are still going up) and potentially a shitter house. Factor in using up all my free time going to look at shite houses in what is going to be the Hottest Summer For Years, and I'm really cheesed off. Just when it was all going so well.

Talk of redundancies in work as well...
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