We didn't get the flat. After putting the deposit down on Friday, the owner decided on Monday that he didn't want a kid in the flat. Despite the agent assuring us Tommy wouldn't be a problem (and letting us see the place twice knowing we had a child), he was a problem. Funnily enough, I love my son more than the flat and losing the flat was easy. Even now, I feel now sense of loss for the place - more annoyance at the hassle of starting the search again.

There is, however, hope. We started looking yesterday. One was too small; the other just that little bit too expensive. Today we were booked in for two - we never made it to the second.

We've put another holding deposit down on a ground floor flat in a gated block. It's big enough for us, has a gas hob (much to Yuri's delight) and a little spot just outside the kitchen door (it opens onto the fire escape) that's just perfect for barbeques and drying clothes. Best of all, hiddeen behind a row of trees behind the block is a huge, gorgeous garden with a built in barbeque and, much to Tommy's excitement, a swing! There's even apple trees which both me and Tommy loved. It's just perfect. So we're praying this time everything goes all right.