Postcode lottery

So the situation with the house is this:
David and Becky are really nice. They’re also really clever, and really wealthy. The house is a three-bedroomed detached place in the suburbs which they bought when planning a family, but then they decided to go on making lots of money instead of halving their income by getting one of them pregnant.
Hannah has not wasted time planning for the possibility of me moving out. She’s already had two definite ‘yes’s from girls on her course, saying they want to move into our house with her while I’m gone. I’m a bit miffed about that, but if all goes well with me and Philippa co-habiting the last thing I’d want to do is come back to this shit-hole, so I may as well let her get on with it.
Nothing definite has been said either way, but we’re going to see them at the house again on Friday for a bit more of a ‘get to know you session.’ For some reason I think they’d like to learn more about the people they might be leaving in possession of their house for twelve months. I can’t imagine why….

RC 28-3-12