I've come to the conclusion that flat hunting is one of the most stressful things under the sun. Anything vaguely nice is snapped up within a day of being advertised, so many agents tell you there are two double bedrooms and when you get there the second is a box room, and then you have the agents that don't show up for your appointment at all. All in all it's a hoot!
After a lot of searching we finally found a lovely little maisonette and picked up the keys last week. Naturally nothing can ever go smoothly, when we went back again we were told there were no longer going to be any white goods? Whattttt? We went for the flat because it HAD white goods. Anyway we managed to compromise with the landlord and get a fridge freezer put in so we only have to get a washing machine.
Over the next couple of weeks my evenings are going to be filled with moving stuff over to the flat, and packing up the family home. It's going to be emotional and no doubt even more stressful so wish me luck.