Crazy angst.

Urgh.

I know I need to make appointments to view houses. I really do. But, I'm terrified of phoning letting agents. Maybe terrified isn't quite the right word, but I'm not sure what is. Which also sucks, as my vocabulary should be better than this. Plus, I shouldn't be scared of them. They're probably earning 12k, spotty, and have a brain only slightly larger than an amoeba.

Plus, the Bristol First Bus website is completely unhelpful. It's impossible to tell which roads buses go along from their route map, and we really need to know what roads the buses go along, so that we can consider whether a house is viable or not. Dave wants to take the bus to work. And I'd quite like to be on a bus route in case I fail my driving test. So, argh to that too. And I can't remember why Overndale Road is significant. Is it on the number 6 route? It is ringing a bell.

And I forgot to send Dave off with a tape-measure, so he won't be able to measure up rooms and doorways--presuming I actually get up the courage to call and speak to strangers. Being able to get your shit through the front door is always helpful, and we only just managed it with this house.

Have I mentioned how much I fucking hate house-hunting?

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Well, I've made a bunch of phone calls. The upshot of which, is that it's too early to find a house for September, but here... let me register you, and we promise to faithfully call you if something comes up. I'll be amazed if anyone does ever call back. I foresee a few weeks of dedicated website watching and possibly getting Dave to drive round and look for "To Let" signs.

In the meantime, I've done some writing, thrown out miscellaneous crap, wilted slightly in the heat, and I'm now making some mint choc-chip ice-cream which shall eventually cool me down. Dave is melting in Bristol and hasn't had the world's best first day there. Hopefully he'll cheer up. Neither of us does well with uncertainty, so this move to Bristol is a huge thing. It'll all feel much better as soon as we find a house. Right? Oh well, at least we're trying.

Tonight I shall be indulging in an orgy of Matt Damon films--The Bourne Supremacy and Dogma, I think--in an attempt to keep up the testosterone levels in the house ;) Mind you, Hank did send over Devon....