Merde!

House hunting was once again disappointing.

The place smelled of cigarettes and meat with a hint of wet dog. The carpet had been beaten into submission and needed to be replaced. Repainting was required. The bathroom looked like it hadn't been redecorated since the 1970s and was missing tiles, etc. The back door wouldn't open at first and had to be jiggled and coaxed into letting us outside (good in the event of a fire?!).

But the yard was nice enough at least.

*sigh*

Would I be insane for perhaps thinking about buying something instead? Selling my soul to a bank?

Quite possibly, but then the voices do say that I'm quite normal... *LOL* And the first home buyer's grant is going to be reduced next year, which is a little scary. But then who wants to borrow lots of money from a bank? Not I! And then with all of the issues of land tax, council rates and so on and so forth... it's a little more than a little scary.

*note to self* Find sugar daddy ASAFP.