Tenterhooks

We still don’t know what’s happening with the house-sitting. It’s all a bit nerve-wracking to be honest. It’s like waiting for a phone call after you’ve been for an interview for a job you really want, even though this isn’t really anything to do with a job. With the possibility of moving out dangling in front of me, I’ve realised just how much I hate this house and how many horrible memories I have associated with it. I’m not the only one who is getting carried away with the situation either. Hannah is so excited about house-sharing with her mates that she keeps trying to pack my stuff away for me. We had a massive row last night when I found her measuring up in my bedroom. I asked what the hell she was doing and she said ‘planning carpets and colour schemes’
I said ‘would you leap in my coffin so quickly?’
She said ‘yes, if it was bigger than mine’

RC 6-4-12