They call me Trinity...

...because I'm looking for The One.

You know when you're looking for something, looking and looking, and not really quite sure what you are looking for, only that you'll know it when you see it? You're looking for The One. You want to come on something, and see it, and go 'this it; this is precisely the thing I want'.

We've been to look at a lot of houses, and I've been waiting for that feeling. I want to walk into a house and think 'this is it; this is The One'. I thought we might have found it last weekend, but while the piece of land was great (it had a creek! I've always wanted a creek) the house itself was kind of small and cramped feeling. So it seems like we have whittled the options down to one place where I rather like the house but it doesn't have much in the way of a garden (it has a courtyard which we could fill up with pots and things, but I don't think it will be the same), and one place which technically ticks all the boxes, but just kind of makes me go 'meh!'

Also I seem to have the flu'y thing that is going around at the moment. So does Ashwyn.

And last night Andy was cooking some garlic bread when the oven door spontaneously (so far as we can work out) did this: