@Wagsandclaws Oh no, I want absolutely nothing to do with that place I dealt with today. They were a nightmare. I get to the first apartment. They haven't written down the code. I have to call them. They put me on hold. Then the keys don't work, when they insist they should have. Then we go to the next place, again no building code, AND now they haven't put any floor for the apartment. I've never seen such incompetence and I don't want anything to do with them. They're mad as a box of frogs. I don't know exactly what we're going to do, but we'll find one some other way or get someone else to lead us through it and find an apartment for us even if we have to throw some money at them to get them to do it. By the time I went to two apartments, I was in tears from exhaustion and pain, so this just isn't a system that's going to work - us being forced by these arseholes to view apartments to see if they have the amount of toilets we want. Which is just ridiculous.
A barn conversion sounds just glorious and I so wish we were shopping around the whole of the UK as opposed to JUST stuck looking in Geneva, which is the very worst places to rent in the entire world for a reason, I imagine. I think we qualify as worse than London, but don't quote me on that.
But yes, our list of requirements is just so incredibly Geneva unfriendly, or maybe just unfriendly for our budget. Because what we need is just barely what we can afford. We need two bedrooms and two toilettes (must have two actual places to put your bum). Instead what they do here is have two bedrooms, and then a bathroom and the toilet in a separate room. Or two bedrooms and just one bathroom. I mean today we saw one that could easily have counted as probably three to four bedrooms. It has one bathroom with no toilet, and ONE toilet in the room next to it. My medication absolutely destroys my stomach, so our house is almost always having a problem with who needs the toilet.
I swear, all I wanted in life was to win the lottery and buy next to the Malvern Hills Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty and just leave everything behind. Why is that asking SO bloody much?!?
The problem is that I can't get a pup until we can schedule it so that if I'm too sick to physically get out of bed, somone will be able to walk the pup. I just can't be one of those people in the medication commercials they show in America that my husband saw once A DECADE AGO and still talks about because it goes, "Where does depression hurt? Everywhere." And shows the person in the bed with aches and pains. AND THEN. It goes, "And who does depression hurt? Everyone." And it shows this poor sad dog waiting by the door with his leash and no one will walk him. I will not be the sad dog antidepressant commercial, dammit.
I want a labradoodle! Husband is allergic, so we need something hypoallergenic and he's had poodles in the past and is willing again, once we sort out our lives so they're not great big dinosaur-sized clusterfucks.
That is one hell of a farm you're running there. You should get a wee comical sign to put on the end of the drive. And by comical, I mean something bordering on crass, maybe with a double entendre. It'd be great! And really, if you have dogs, ponies, chickens, cats, and then you round out with goats, and sheep, that's a whole farm right there. All you're missing are the pigs, but they're a hell of a smell commitment.