Sleeping On It

There's nothing like a visit to the land of nod to focus the mind and come to a decision about a house you like.

Last night, having viewed a decent house with a couple of half-decent pints of lager inside me, I may well have taken the plunge.

I was close to putting in an offer on a house that's teetering on the precipice of my affordability cliff, if you can imagine such a thing.

In the mild light of a spring morning, things have a different slant. It's too expensive. I'd rather pay for more space than all the luxurious features and fittings that were pushing up the asking price of the pad in question.

So the search goes on in my waking hours. While the decision-making continues to happen in my sleep.