Yep, very funny - if it's not your kid, BB. I admit that I hid when he was shouting in the garden, as I thought the man might be a passing visitor to the town and would never know that that horrible child was mine. 
House is a long, sad, sorry saga and we came within a hair's breadth of divorce in spring when DH put in an offer on a tiny, horrible flat in the centre of 'his' town w/o even talking to me about it and the fallout led to vile rows and him saying some very cruel things I am still trying to get over.
In the meantime, we have rented a house in the town we have been in for the last 7yrs, because we had to find somewhere to live. But I have caved and said we'll move to his town next year. Though since he announced over the holidays that he has no time to visit any flats/houses there, I may just not do anything about it either (insert passive agressive emoticon here).
How's life with 3??