Right, so second blog and I have to find something to talk about. I think judging by my terrible experience of house hunting this weekend I will write about how difficult it is to please my tastes!

So, my fiance will live in pretty much anything, I think a cardboard box would suit him just fine as long as he could curl up beside me and fall asleep with me every night. I, on the other hand, have much higher standards. In my dreams, I see a beautiful white castle with pink doors and windows and a grand lawn peppered with yellow daffodils and red tulips. There would be two immaculate white stallions waiting patiently on the extravagant driveway, barely burdened by the pristine carriage attached to their hides as they graze lazily on the luscious grass bordering the drive.

Sorry, no, in reality I know that would never happen. Well, not for £400 a month anyway! So my realistic requirements are:

1) I absolutely MUST have a bedroom that's big enough for AT LEAST two wardrobes or a large wardrobe and a chest of drawers, as well as a shoe rack and room for my books and some of my cuddly toys that simply MUST NOT be thrown away or given to charity!
2) There has to be parking for my Isabella (Fiat Brava) and it has to be close to the house otherwise I will feel bad about leaving her out there on her own. She has to feel loved otherwise she might not work properly for me as she will sulk.
3) I do not want noisy neighbours. That's not to say that I expect no noise at all, just not constant banging music (typical of students, much like my fiance) or fighting and shouting through the night. I have to get my beauty sleep or else hell, you would not like to meet me in a morning!
4) I really would love at least a small garden, so that in the summer I can get the fiance to get the BBQ out and invite a couple of friends round for a drink and a burger. My idea of a good night indeed :).
5) There has to be enough room for me to have my space when I'm in 'one of those moods'. If you're trapped in a confined room with me, when I'm in a screaming mood because something hasn't gone my way, I suggest a full suit of armor with added shield and maybe a pointy sword to keep me at bay. If you thought a fire breathing dragon looked scary, well in the words of Bachman Turner Overdrive, You ain't seen nothing yet! No seriously, I aren't that bad but I do like to have my own breathing space.

So yer, not hard to find a property with all that I thought when we started out. I thought wrong!! It turns out that I'm pickier than I thought, which doesn't help matters when your fiance loved every property you see! What also doesn't help when you are looking for your perfect place is when the estate agent doesn't turn up to let you in, leaving you looking like a right couple of stalkers standing on the corner of the street looking for a person that you have never seen before in your life and wondering if the old lady with the handbag staring at you is actually the woman you've come to see. Which obviously, she wasn't!

I guess we will just have to keep looking :)