The Suspense is Killing Me

I think I might take a knock out pill which will make me sleep till Wednesday morning. Alex would have to walk to school and back and sort out his own food etc, but it would save me the stress of tomorrow. Tomorrow is where we find out if we have "won" the wretched house. OK so the house isn't wretched at all, but if I don't convince myself that it is a dump then I'll be heartbroken when we don't get it ("when" - do you notice even more self preservation?). Every time the phone rings tomorrow I am sure I will have a heart attack arrrrrgghhhh!!!!!

PLEASE let's hope it goes in our favour.

Hey ho, as Doris Day once sang "que sera sera" - there'll be others..............

Anyway if you could just keep everything crossed for me that would be super fab and groovy - ta very much xxxx