Something I've been dealing with lately is the weird feeling of the aftermath of the Windsor house. It totally felt like we'd broken up. Like the future I'd planned with that 90 year old lady had been ripped from my hands. And quite literally it sometimes felt like my plans had fallen through the floor beneath me and that there was no way up. This was my first time. I've been talking with other people since then who've told me they've also struggled buying a house. Losing out in auctions, getting close to going unconditional and then things going pear shaped, house after house after house and still no house. All that time, money, effort, hope... And for what? Just a sore heart and soul. It shouldn't be this hard to buy a house. But it is. When I explained to some of my students this past week the aftermath since I'd talked to them before lockdown... They were confused and upset for me. Because they too were excited! I'm now at a point where I ca...