Feeling tense about the house-buying thing.

The seller has found a house to buy, but the seller of that house has yet to find a property, so we can't set any kind of moving date, and it could all still fall apart.

The estate agent has scheduled our home survey to take place on Monday. So this is the point at which we actually start handing money over. I do not think - and neither does our house-buying book - that we should go ahead with this until we have some assurances from the seller that things are actually moving. Because once we have had the survey done, the seller knows that, since we have put a few hundred pounds into this, we are unlikely to try to back out of the deal. So they have even less incentive to move things along quickly. And, in the worst case scenario, they could start playing games like putting the price up.

But Bobby feels that, since we definitely want the house, and since we have no reason to distrust the sellers, we should just go with the flow and things will work themselves out.

The situation is made that much more stressful for me because my dad (who's just got back after a month in SA) is also saying stop, go slow, don't get taken for a ride - so I feel sort of caught in the middle between him and Bobby. I wish I didn't want to keep everyone happy all of the time.

However. I refuse to think about the house for the rest of the weekend. It would be a crime to mope about wasting this gorgeous weather. We went to the park this morning and hung out in the shade while Soph played on the swings; not sure what we'll do to celebrate Father's Day tomorrow but hopefully it'll be something outdoorsy and active.

And it's Doctor Who tonight.