Tuesday 24th - 3am

Can't sleep. Woke up and felt down about the whole thing. The most frustrating thing is having to move. We did find the perfect place to move into but unfortunately our application wasn't selected, despite being told by the real estate agent that they'd look out for us, etc etc.

The place was just across the road, which would have been an easy move. And it was gorgeous and very reasonably priced. We even offered higher than the advertised rate to help secure it. Not that it worked! I really want somewhere that's going to be 'nice', preferably with some outdoor space, as after yesterday's appointments and discussion, it looks like I'll be home-bound for much of the upcoming 5 months.

We are really disappointed in the real estate agents. I guess they are too 'young' to really understand the impact this is having on us (in addition to all the other crap). Or perhaps the landlord was put off by the thought of a cancer patient? Not that the landlord should know about it (although we did tell the real estate agent). Perhaps the landlord thinks all cancer is terminal and doesn't want the tenants dying on him! Who knows? I shouldn't beat myself up about it but it's just so frustrating and depressing.

I feel like we've had enough of a run of bad luck ('cursed' as L calls it, but I don't believe in that stuff) and could really do with a change here.