That feeling, you know...

We've offered. They've accepted. Now we just have to wait for the fiddly bits, like solicitors and mortgage lenders to do their things.
A blog about a family of four, living in Edinburgh. Caution: may contain words.
We actually managed to find a house we like. And want. But it's too expensive. Like £9000 too expensive. It may not sound like a lot, but if you don't have it and cannot borrow more, it is. So, so far it's only in our dreams.
It was nineteen years ago yesterday. Mrs Rasmussen, then miss, and I met on a warm summer's day somewhere in Denmark. We've been together since, and I think we are a good team. Tonight we will celebrate. Go see a film. Have a beer. Kiss.
Went to two job interviews last week. one for a good, well-paid job with lots of responsibilities and one shitty paid, shitty job. Got the last one, which involves supporting a very well known producer's digital cameras. Still searching for jobs, but at least I am employed.
Finland was great, absolutely great. We had a great time swimming and fishing in the local lake, reading, hanging out in the sunshine, relaxing in the sauna, shitting in a plastic bucket and eaten by moscitoes and flies. All in all it was a splendid holiday, away from TV (almost), news and internet.