I looked at the place last night and my initial though as I was walking home in floods of tears was "how on earth did my life reach this point?" Then I pulled myself together and remembered some of my friends and the losses they have had to endure over the past few months and my situation pails into insignificance.
The place is basically an old fashioned bedsit, with a tiny kitchen that you would have to take the cooker out of to get a fridge and washing machine in (but then the cooker goes back in if you get my drift).There is a brand new shower cubical behind a proper closing door in one corner and a seperate self contained loo off the living area.Last night I was thinking that I could have a choice of taking a bed OR a sofa as I couldn't see any room for two but once I had gotten over the initial shock of "oh my god, its this or a B & B room somewhere" I thought that if I had a single bed I could put that in the alcove and at least use the space to the best of my abilities and create some sort of living area. I have looked into all the alternatives and looked into what help I can get and basically its not a lot as I am just a single woman so at the moment my decision is to see if I can get the place, make the most of it and use the time I am there to pay off what I owe so that maybe in a years time, I can look for something a bit better and in the meantime make the most of what I have.
Mind you, with my luck going the way it is, I shall ring housing benefit today to double check the figures they gave me yesterday before I ring the lettings agency and the figure will probably have changed again. But on the bright side, my son fiddled with the modems and boxes yesterday and got us back on-line so that was a bonus.But in all reality, I don't know how much more of this I can honestly take