Our LL has told us that the family want the house back and we will need to move out in January 
It's not entirely unexpected but has thrown a huge spanner in the works as we were looking to move in a year or three when DS is at uni and our housing needs are altered. As it stands we now need somewhere in reasonable distance of his college as he is due to take his A-levels next year, and our area is extremely expensive and with little availability. We also have DDogs and ChampagneCat which is a further complication.
So today I have been a grown up and tentatively looked at applying for my first ever mortgage 
I have not eaten properly since receiving the news yesterday and my normally unruffled persona feels decidedly ill at ease. I don't think adulting is for me.
In other news, my National Trust sticker has fallen off the windscreen and won't stick back on. My life currently seems to be a series of constant traumas 