Is That All There Is?

There's not much on the market right now. Scratch that. What I mean is, there's not much on the market right now that is not also in a crack-den haven or so suburban that it makes me want to go on a diet, buy a Bugaboo and get a bob the minute I step foot into it. It's like Invasion of the Suburbia Brain Snatchers.

And then there's the fact that my husband can't quite shake the tiny remaining bit of inherent snobbery that he gleaned from living in an upper middle class neighbourhood in Richmond, dahling, his entire life. He wrinkles his nose at certain places I suggest as up-and-coming and not that bad and mentions some council that had a bad rep 10 years ago. Insert much eye-rolling here. The man has champagne tastes but we've got beer money. Give it up! You're going to have to live amongst chavs, all the races of the rainbow, and people begging for change. It's called urban living.

So anyway, here we are. I haven't viewed a house in two weeks now, I'm just too depressed and downtrodden about the whole thing and needed a break from it. Over Easter weekend we're going to go visit a few more areas so that when something does come on, we don't have to umm and ahh over whether we want to live in the neighbourhood itself.

This is my top tip of the week: Don't look at houses/flats unless you know for sure that you would (both) want to live there. Once the excitement of the place itself has worn off, you don't want to hate your 'hood or be a million miles from any amenities.