Well, the estate agent just came round and we signed the papers for them to market the house. It was back to guilty, can't look at me h again. He was quiet but we did still have some chat. He didn't rush to go on the plus side but didn't really hang around. I acted as if, but I'm afraid I wasn't overly warm - I just couldn't. But I was upbeat, business-like and friendly. H helped me put some stuff up in the loft and he took the clothes I had packed up for him. On the plus side he had just spent a long weekend at his parents and there was no sign of ow with him. She wouldn't have fitted in the car as he had so much stuff in it.
We still got in quite a lot of chat on the plus side. Who knows what is going on in his head - I'm not even going there!
I am a bit gutted though, I'm losing my dreams in this house. Well, those particular ones anyway. I shall just have to try and replace them with better ones.
