So. Arse. That’s the word that comes to mind at the moment. Arse.
We’re currently looking at options for ‘where to stay’ when we get to Bristol. Being as we need to be in Bristol for a bit and the house hasn’t sold yet, in 3 weeks time I need to move into somewhere, and Kathryn also needs to move into somewhere the week after.
So we looked. Caravan sites – there appear to be two that are reasonably conveniently placed for both of us – one of which is fully booked. The other of which doesn’t have any prices online. Not that we have a caravan mind, oh no. But we could sort one. We’re also considering some newish-friends who were selling an RV if they’ve not sold it yet, and therefore might like to rent it to us for a few weeks.
We also looked at shared houses.
Basically, the financial commitment of either of these options is… well, not something sustainable, which I find a bit scary. Still – I’m going to ring my new work and ask about nurses accommodation. Experience tells me that it’ll be expensive and awful – but hey – it’s worth checking. I’m also going to ring the other camp site and see if they have anything available.
But we need something sorted… which is a bit stressy.
