We spent the weekend looking at houses. Not every second of the weekend, obviously. I had time to do other things like go to Tesco a couple of times, make a lasagne, and watch a lot of pointless telly. However in between all of this there was some house hunting. And I did some reading too.
On Saturday we started out with an old lady's house which was in poor condition and too small. Then we saw a massive 4 bed 3 storey house which was amazing. Then, in the afternoon, we saw a house which felt like a show home, but was too small again. It was also a bit weird, having had its soul replaced with Ikea. The last two houses we saw that day were weird. One had an odd kitchen going on, with something of a penthouse on its 3rd floor. The last was a 2+1 house, which meant that the main bedroom had a room coming off it. That's normal, but gaffer taping the door shut and installing an external staircase to a mid air door to this room is not normal. To hell with planning regulations and safety. This house was also too small, and was full of Jesus.
On Sunday, in the full spirit of "what the f***!?", we saw another oddly laid-out house which had rooms everywhere, many of which were small or damp or just plain wrong. I didn't really understand how anyone could bear to live there.
The market is rapid and tight. I put an offer in on one of the houses today. It was the second we saw. More news as and when it happens.