Six Days And Counting

Hello everyone,
     Just squeezing in a quick bite. After blind panic set in last time, I asked our landlord, no, begged him for one more month; to my amazement he agreed to let us stay until the end of May. Well the end of the month is almost here and still we have nowhere to go. I have searched every estate agent known to man but the cost of private rent for a two bed property is nearly £900 month and although I have bid on every property I can on the bidding system, we have not come within the top 20, even though we were told we are a priority, (I'm not sure what you have to do before priority counts for anything) dead maybe, at least then I'll get a nice quiet plot in a cemetery.
     As for Dan, well, I have rang him eleven times in the past three weeks only to be told, he is still out of the office or otherwise unavailable. I have left messages for him but he hasn't bothered to get back to me, my next move is a sit in at the local council offices; well in six days time its not like I'll have anywhere else to go.
     On the plus side, I have managed to get myself a part time job. It's only cleaning five nights a week for three hours a night, but it's better than nothing and gets me off job seekers. I was only on it for two weeks but the job centre is the most soul destroying place I've ever been to. They spoke to me as if I were a five year old, made me feel bad about myself (as if they could make me feel any worse than I already do) and asked me ridiculous questions like, can I use a computer, even though I had just put my CV on their site in front of them.
     As I have a lot of time on my hands, (my job doesn't start until six in the evening) my novel is coming on very well, its finally taking on a proper shape, holds together nicely and is flowing, I think, better than ever, but the best thing about it is the fact that I am actually enjoying writing it and the end is in sight. I now look forward to picking up my pen and note pad and settling down to write, I actually get quite annoyed if something prevents me from doing it.
     Well that's about it for now; I'm not sure what will happen by this time next week, maybe we'll get lucky and find the perfect home (I'm that desperate and scared I've even started praying) but wherever I am I will always be writing; after all this is over I may even get a good story out of it.