So I've been at bit AWOL recently. I do feel bad about it. The thing is Hubby and I have been spending every spare minute preparing for the next big step. Buying.
The thing about Buying (the capital is mandatory obviously) is that it turns everything on it's head. We're first time buyers and the whole process is like wading through treacle. None of our family have purchased recently so we've had to do our best - and at best, it has been very much the case of blind-leading-the-blind.
We've analysed our savings, spoken to 3 different mortgage advisors, endlessly Googled the house buying process, registered for countless estates agents... all before the actual viewing. And boy, isn't there sone real variety on the market?! We saw one place that essentially just needed tearing down and starting over. A lick of paint and marketing the property as 'an investment opportunity' was no where near enough to put the poor thing out of its misery.
But we've finally had an offer accepted. It's stretched us to the limit (we're going to be hand washing clothes and sitting on the floor for a while after the big move - currently unclear as to how we'll stretch to furniture), but that's short term pain. Long term we'll have a beautiful garden, a house with three bedrooms and when we eventually have children it's in a good catchment for schools.
We've instructed a solicitor, and are getting the mortgage sorted... so all we can do now is wait.
That and try to scrabble together the pennies for white goods.