George has no idea I'm running this blog. He probably would have a fit if he knew. That's why I like the fact that I can remain anonymous and still unburden myself. I call this my escape from reality.
I don't want to compound his worries by expressing mine so I come on here and do it.
What on earth is happening? The houses we are even being forced to look at within our price range are not quite the style I am accustomed to living in. Not enough space. What happened to everyone having their own rooms, each with an en suite toilet and bathrooms? That's another thing. They seem to refer to toilets as "washrooms". I felt really foolish each time I asked someone for the toilets and they looked at me as if I was an alien from another planet.
Anyway, I'm going to have to convince George we might have to just settle for one and do without some creature comforts, if we can even find a landlord who would have us, because we are literally frittering money away staying in the hotel.
Wish me luck as I embark on this daredevil mission!!!
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