Desperately Seeking Silver Linings

Blundering downstairs at 6 a.m I tread in a pile of cat sick at the bottom of the stairs. Could have been worse - could have been cat poo.

Arriving at work I had to deal with a PP aka Pushy Parent. It's difficult telling a mother that her off spring isn't the creative genius they think they are. Could have been worse - could have  been a PP who actually HAD a creative genius for a child.

Playground duty in hissing rain. Could have been worse - could have been hissing rain and crashing thunder and lightning and my brolly could have been struck with 500 volts and I could have ended up a shrivelled pile of ashes.

Estate agent called. Our buyers have had their mortgage application rejected.

We are back on the market.

Silver lining? Hmmm...

...well, we spent over £100 going to and from Wales at the weekend, but at least I have discovered that I don't think Wales is the right place for us, and going by our rule of 'We must both agree on a place for us to move to,' that means we needn't waste any more time looking for a house in Wales...

... and we can carry on paying more off the mortgage whilst we wait for another buyer...

...and we can go on more leisurely visits around the country to scope out places  to live (Lincolnshire and Cambridgeshire next)....

...and we hadn't got around to filling in the enormous sellers' pack from the solicitors, so we have saved time doing that and can now shop around for a cheaper solicitor...

...and the estate agent is going to have to do a bit more work for their fee...

...and we didn't fall in love with the house over the weekend so we won't feel we've missed out on it by suddenly not having a buyer...

...and...and...and...

...no, that's it. I do not have it within me to summon up any more silver linings to this horrid cloud that has blotted our horizon. We are feeling deflated. Not quite back to the beginning, but feeling a bit like we have.

Ah well. That's clouds.