I was planning to start posting more frequently but, as always, something gets in the way. This time its homelessness. Due certain serious structural defects in the building, Tracey and I have had to move out of our flats. The local council have placed a prohibition order on the building which came into effect last Monday (19th Jan), meaning we can no longer live there. Unfortunately, neither of us have family local who can house us for an indefinite period and the landlord was either unable or unwilling to help. He did, though, give us notice to quit prior to the council prohibition. This meant that we could approach the council who placed us on the waiting list, along with being given temporary housing. Well, Tracey was. I wasn’t. Due to me being under 60, able-bodied, in relatively good health and being employed, I was not classed as a vulnerable person and so didn’t qualify for temporary accommodation. Fortunately, I’m sofa-surfing with a friend. The good news is that I have been accepted for a council place which I should be able to move into sometime in the next two weeks.
So, we are both warm, dry, fed and comfortable. Our furniture and other belongings are in storage and I am able to easily get to work every day. We are better off than many people and for that, we are both grateful.
It’s still a pain in the backside though.