This year is turning out to be one of those years.
Actually, I've probably been saying that since 2007. That's about when this never ending string of catastrophic events probably started. I mean, I know things could be worse. No matter how many curve balls life has decided to throw at me, there's always going to be some poor bugger out there who has it worse off.
But I still think I'm allowed to be a little selfish sometimes and wallow in a little self pity now and again. That's fair isn't it?
So I suppose you're wondering what could of happened to prompt me into joining the world of blog. Nothing particularly exciting - I'm just sitting in my new lounge/games room, not quite ready for the sandman to visit, and figured a problem shared is a problem halved.
That, and the fact that my new house is making strange noises. I sure hope that shuffling noise coming from behind me is my furry little best friend (aka Broccoli) and not some slipper wearing axe murderer.
I guess the key subject of this particular post would be the new house. It's taken our beloved financial institution over 3 months to decide we aren't going to bet the money on the pokies (as much as my fiance would love to) and we have now officially joined the mortgage market.
The new place is definitely a step up for us. We've spent the last 6 years of our lives in a little dwelling our friends have affectionately called the shit hole. (Of course the name was only revealed once we had moved out).
To be continued... (my laptop battery is flashing manically at me - possibly collaborating with my drooping eyelids in a bid to send me to bed)
