The back of my house is falling off

Apparently. A big crack appeared in the wall I dont know how long ago, but it must be recently because I'm not THAT unobservant. Blokes who came with landlady today to shift things around seemed rather concerned about it and were joking, and I'm not sure how to take it but I think it'll be good for a while. Only thing is, the back door is now really sticking because the back wall of the kitchen has dropped somewhat and so it doesnt fit right anymore. Which means I'm probably going to have to cart my rubbish around the front and then up the back alley to put it in the bin. At least it is just me at the moment, so this will be quite rare.

Still, quite worrying! It's only the little protruding kitchen that seems affected though, so the whole house wont collapse, but it does raise some interesting questions about what will happen when it comes to winter-time and all the rain and stuff goes on....leeching into the brickworks and suchlike.....the politic person in me would say 'get the bollocks out of there this instant', but that is also so much more hassle than it is worth! I'm only likely to be here for another eight months, which is how long I've been here already.....

And there we have it. I think I've already made the decision to move by Easter next year. This of course entails me finding a job, which looks increasingly unlikely just at the moment, but you never know. One thing is, I'm NOT going to totally stress out about it, because that would be bad, and there's not a lot I can do other than try. Ditto on the house falling to bits thing. I'll make sure things are moving along every month, but......

Right. Theory says I should now get pissed, but what I really want is a big hug from my man. Life can be just so shitty at times; tomorrow will be spent doing the phone calls stuff, doing this paper for JDK and getting a new key. And updating my CV to new spangly sparkling-ness, so that everyone would employ me in a second. Sod proper work.