So our tenant didn't actually move in on Thursday like we were told she would.
Yeah.
So, that didn't happen.
Which is of course just the latest in a long line of annonyances and none happenings in our attempt to buy a new house and let out our old one. A process which, while couldn't be considered easy, shouldn't be as hard as it appears to be for us.
It feels a lot like I'm sliding down a cliff and everytime I feel like I've caught something to stop me falling it turns into nothing, or a snake. A snake which bites me. On the arse.
My advice to anybody with a house is, never move. Ever.
