Had an extremely frustrating conversation with the estate agent today, in which he said that it seems that our seller is not really all that committed to moving out anytime soon - although, he added, "there is always hope".

Which means I am looking at more fucking houses tomorrow.

I'm only looking at properties which specifically say "no on-going chain"; a rather limited pool to say the least.

It is still possible that things could come together so that we can buy the house we've put the offer in on. The one we really like and want, the one that's in the great location, the one I can picture us living in ... But it's looking less and less likely as the days go by.

Also went clothes shopping with the girls today so that they could spend their saved-up pocket money. It is so easy for them to buy clothes since everything looks nice on them. Wish the same were true of me.