When we move...

...'when' being the operative word. Wondering now if these people actually want to sell us this house they are taking so long to do anything about it! It was stressful enough before the surveys pulled up the dreaded 'damp issues'. Now it is so stressful it hurts. The thought of being in by Christmas is a distant memory. Nothing annoys me more than waiting, except perhaps the time wasters who are causing the waiting. AAArrgh.

Cannot bring myself to think about pretty things to put in our new place. So sad.

If I were a cat, this is what I would look like right now. UN-IM-PRESSED.