I’m so tired.
I have two toddlers that both have different disabilities and we lived in an unsuitable private property for 3 years. Since Dec, I’ve been saving enough for a deposit and first month’s rent for a new place. After 6/7 weeks of searching and being declined because I have children or because I’m on UC, I found the most perfect place.
Moved in yesterday and as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I saw a dead mouse just laying there. We had mice in our previous flat (until I paid £350 for mice proofing as the Landlord refused to do anything about it) and this was one of the reasons why we left. So to step into our new place and see a dead mouse kind of felt like a sick joke.
Not much that I want to say really. I thought things were looking up but I feel as if I’ve taken 10 step backwards