So it looks like we’re on the move again. Not from choice, you understand, but the person who said we could rent their home ‘long term’ decided that ‘long term’ is a year. Oh well, onwards and upwards.
Big decisions are now afoot, though. Do we try and muster every last dribble of savings from every corner of the bankosphere (what? it’s a word), the ‘Rainy Day’ tin and down the back of the sofa and try and get a mortgage? Or do we just move on AGAIN and rent somewhere else? I’m not cut out for this nomadic life, I don’t think, and I find it all really stressful. Plus, as my Mum pointed out, people are running out of room for us in their address books and let’s face it, EVERYBODY hates writing over Tippex.
Another quandary are the sleeping arrangements. One of the houses we looked at had three floors, with two of the bedrooms on the top floor and one on the middle. ’I'd have the middle, obviously’, said the Mad Prof, ‘I need my privacy, being 17 and all.’ Dramatic pause. ’I'd also need a DOUBLE bed’.
Wishful thinking aside (bless him), should we be buying furniture just in case our teenager gets lucky and bags himself a girlfriend? We hit the tinterwebs, where he cruised the Silentnight website, for an hour, picking out enormous divan beds with built in accupressure pads (presumably for recovery purposes), whereas I was more keen on the practical divan beds with storage than furnishing his lovenest.
Mind you, as English Dad pointed out: when you think about it, given the amount of time teenagers actually spend in their beds, we should probably be spending more on them than anything else in their lives (certainly a decent desk and chair – waste of money there).
Thanks to Silentnight for allowing me to use their image.