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Ok, while I totally agree with my dad that, given how much it costs to rent in London I'd be far better off buying a flat. However, he never mentioned the joys of solicitors, mortgage brokers or estate agents. My solicitor is very nice but totally unhelpful. I don't doubt that she's very good at her job but doesn't tell me anything like how long things will take, always useful when you become homeless in 2 weeks!

Mortgage brokers: "you can't get a mortgage because you're a musician". No problem if I was a lawyer, medic, anything but a musician. Terrific! Plenty of ways round it but not what you want to hear.

And estate agents. Once your survey is booked the property is taken off the market. Hmm....that would be why someone else put in a higher offer after my survey was booked then. Not an entirely true statement me thinks.

In spite of all these moans, I'm actually very excited about owning my flat, which I think is lovely. It does mean I sound like my mother (?!) talking about furniture and dishwashers but it's a small price to pay. I would just like the process prior to moving in to be slightly less stressful.

It's far too hot. Now, I know I shouldn't complain, it's sunny for a change and it's not raining. Problem is, I wish it would. Not just rain, a nice proper thunder storm. I'd give anything for a night without tossing and turning because my house is the temperature of a turkish bath! On top of being fair skinned and rubbish with hot weather, I'd never realised how exhausting organising other people can be. Trying to get replies to meetings, getting the replies after you've made all your plans, only to have to unmake them and reschedule the whole thing. It's actually quite stressful. As a result of this, I've almost missed by tube stop both ways every day because I've fallen asleep and have to write reminders to make sure I eat. Somewhere in amongst the pandemonium I would love to take a day off and, you've guessed it, sleep. Maybe after welfare training. I can barely remember what day it is. Training just isn't happening, which is bad cos it needs to. 10 miles by the beginning of September. It is possible, but only if I can stay awake long enought to tie my shoe laces!!