More News From The Asylum

Going to look at a flat this afternoon – nowhere spectacular, but it’s reasonable rent & a start on the journey of adulthood & supporting a family of my own. Also there’s more places with potential for work there.

I keep getting the voice of an old – as in former – friend I haven’t spoken to for about 18mths cos he’s an arrogant tosser saying “why pay someone else’s mortgage and end up with no capital of your own at the end of it?” Answer, because we’re not all trust-fund babies who get a discount on house price cos both you & your wife are deemed “key workers”. Note to any overseas readers, in the UK “Key workers”, which includes things like doctors and teachers - get up to 50% of the purchase price of a house paid by the government, i.e. the rest of us, which pisses me off, because firstly they earn quite a lot of money anyway, and secondly, why aren’t people like dustmen and care workers included in that? I accept we need doctors and teachers, but there’s a lot of low-paid people who do essential jobs as well. But to hell with him. Like I said, he’s an arrogant tosser who doesn’t understand that not everyone got the start in life he did.

My fiancee can’t come with me to check this place out (no one to look after her kid, who’s too young to be dragged house hunting) and couldn’t think of anything she had to have, apart from the obvious thing of it not being too near busy roads in case said kid runs out and gets hurt, so it’s up to me, which is a dangerous thing, since all I want from a house is sound foundations, four solid walls, a roof that doesn’t let in rain, windows with unbroken glass, somewhere to sleep, somewhere to shower and enough kitchen space to make tea and toast.

Generally I don’t like things that involve me smiling and being polite to someone in the hope that they’ll think I’m a suitable person to give whatever it is they’re offering to, but I need a place of my own, need to get away from my parents, and so will go through the motions.