Mortgages - :O

Its the start of a slipplery slope I think. We met with a broker type person last night who took all our details, gave us a rough estimate how much a bank would give us and asked us for all sorts of certs and forms and salary slips. Let the headaches commence. The main reason for looking, we're not in any rush to buy , is for the kid. She's had so much turmoil in her life, she needs stability right now. Renting is fine if we were definite of our place for the next few years but we're not. You never know when the landlady could just change her mind and turf you out. The kid has so much stuff, we need a place we can stay and rely on.

Financially, we're okay. We should get a decent amount. Its a case of looking and searching and all that horrible
stuff. The one thing I have made Mammy2 to promise to is we are not and I repeat not turning into one of 'those'
couples who talk about skirting boards and tiles and all that other housey stuff. I told her if I hear myself saying that
then I will wallop seven shades out of myself.

The other worry is Mammy2's wage. Its not guarenteed. With the way her work place is at the mo, nothing is definite.
This is a worry from the incoming finances. The kid has no concept, and rightly so, of money with regards us. For example, after the meeting and anaylsing our bank accounts and giving myself a headache, she reels off the following:
"I have the dentist tomorrow, I also need to pick up my trousers that I left into the tailors and I need my 20 euro credit as I ran out of free txts. Have you talked about Cavan yet?" Another 20 euros. With her , money barely pauses in the account.

She wants to head up to the new man on Friday and stay over. We have to talk to his parents and all that. Yes we are over protective and I am aware she is 17 but this is the way we do things! She's been doing much better since the Saturday night thank god. No sign of any more incidents and her form seems to be good. Mammy2 is fighting a bout of depression though, our place is like Dr Quin Medicine Woman's home at the moment, I've got a cold and the clan are fighting off depression. Its a fun place to be at the moment, our apartment!

I've organised rounders for the team in work, I thought it might be a good idea for a laugh and to blow off some steam and do something non-alcohol related. Everyone seems on for it, so we're all heading to play at 4.30. People however are starting to take it seriously. I feel another headache coming on.

Still no word from the mate C. I used to think it was because he was a bloke and blokes have difficulty maintaining friendships, close friendships with woman. Stupid excuse I know. Then I was talking to someone else I worked with in my old place, he's a bloke, married and he meets up with his friend, a female at least once a week. So the bloke thing has no weight whatsoever. I guess, I just really miss him. He was good to talk to. But I think at this stage I should probably give up on him.