Hello everyone
It's been six weeks now, six weeks of hell. Thankfully my daughter and her partner have not thrown me out yet and I continue to sleep on her floor and in my car. My cats have kind of settled a bit, although Cobweb still refuses to set a single paw inside the house, but will sit, rather nervously on the garden table; taking his food alfresco. Missy will now come in for a little while providing the dog isn't around and is slowly getting used to the chickens, no longer running for her life when she sees them.
I have given up with the council and am trying to private rent, although even this route is proving difficult as I am only working part time, even though I have several part time jobs whose combined hours equal fulltime, but as they are not from one single employer, the estate agents are saying this will be a problem when it comes to credit and employment checks.
I went for a viewing today on a one bed flat, it is very tiny and quite gloomy but has a communal garden and will except pets, every property I have enquired about so far says no dss and no pets. I have been saving every penny and working every job I can get my hands on so that I do not have to rely on dss as this seems to be a no through road.
The estate agent said they will contact me on Monday, I am keep my fingers crossed although I'm not that hopeful as there were nine people ahead of me for a viewing and the estate agent said they have had five offers already.
This afternoon I sat in a field beneath the shade of a lovely big chestnut tree, took out my novel and after getting reacquainted, began to write. Either I am feeling better; I have shed enough tears to fill a bath over the last six weeks, or I have just become resigned to my fate. Hope seems to be my only companion lately and I cling to it possessively.
