House hunting sucks balls!! The idea of it is delightful, the reality of it is awkwardly wondering around other peoples homes wondering what the etiquette is on opening the cupboards or lifting up the carpets to see what the floors are actually like. It’s all awkward. I don’t like strangers wondering my house and I don’t like wondering around strangers homes. The big, fake, cheshire smiles and nodding of heads and saying “mmmm” until you feel like you’re in a margarine commercial, all the while ferociously (but inconspicuously) pinching the husband in secret code whenever he is in arms length and then the inevitable, dreaded last words…. So do you like it? *insert eager puppy dog eyes* desperate to hear you approved of their choice of furnishings and then the old “yes, I love what you’ve done with the place! It’s… So…. *eyes dart to husband in desperation*… Charming…?” That sigh of relief as you drive out the gate all the while making sure you don’t lock eyes with the husband until you’re out of view because you know you’ll both pack out laughing. It was fun for about a day… Now it just sucks balls!