I was born under a wandering star, apparently.

Because the world likes to bite people in the arse from time-to-time, it comes as no real surprise that it is now my turn.

I have until mid February ( I guess that means the weekend of 12-13 or 19-20) to find new accommodation. I have to say that I can't fault Mrs Z for the amount of lead-in time I have, which is a few weeks longer than she gave to DT sans LJ a couple of years back.

Her stated reason is uncannily like that she gave at that time; namely she wants to import her daughter from Poland to look after her in her declining years. That didn't happen two or three years ago when DT was sent packing, although it was the advertised reason, and I can't see the ageing offspring and spouse living in an attic garret, so…

Anyway. The whys and wherefores of the situation are irrelevant. I have to find new accommodation by mid February.

I have been toying with the thought of moving for sometime anyway, but work circumstances largely torpedoed any immediate chance of moving back to the Midlands, so I never really got moving. Unfortunately, the immediate move to the Midlands remains as unlikely as ever, since I have to let the fallout from the two years of working for the Boss From Hell^TM edge its way through the system. So that means finding cheap accommodation in London and moving a substantial amount of tat.

Not entirely unexpected news, given Mrs Z's age and general state of health, but unwelcome nonetheless.

On the other hand, it does give me an urgency that I probably wouldn't have found off my own apathetic bat.

I was born under a wandering star, apparently.

Because the world likes to bite people in the arse from time-to-time, it comes as no real surprise that it is now my turn.

I have until mid February ( I guess that means the weekend of 12-13 or 19-20) to find new accommodation. I have to say that I can't fault Mrs Z for the amount of lead-in time I have, which is a few weeks longer than she gave to DT sans LJ a couple of years back.

Her stated reason is uncannily like that she gave at that time; namely she wants to import her daughter from Poland to look after her in her declining years. That didn't happen two or three years ago when DT was sent packing, although it was the advertised reason, and I can't see the ageing offspring and spouse living in an attic garret, so…

Anyway. The whys and wherefores of the situation are irrelevant. I have to find new accommodation by mid February.

I have been toying with the thought of moving for sometime anyway, but work circumstances largely torpedoed any immediate chance of moving back to the Midlands, so I never really got moving. Unfortunately, the immediate move to the Midlands remains as unlikely as ever, since I have to let the fallout from the two years of working for the Boss From Hell^TM edge its way through the system. So that means finding cheap accommodation in London and moving a substantial amount of tat.

Not entirely unexpected news, given Mrs Z's age and general state of health, but unwelcome nonetheless.

On the other hand, it does give me an urgency that I probably wouldn't have found off my own apathetic bat.