RRRRRRRAAAAAGHHHH!!

That's a kind of textual representation of the amount of effort it's taken to free myself from a soul-sucking quagmire of indolence and finally put something in this blog.

No apologies, I just seem to have lost the part of my brain that deluded me into thinking that the stuff that happens in my life was worthy of being blogged about. Combine that with a distinct lack of Interesting Things happening to me, and the blog output is bound to suffer. I'm not even bothering to read blogs at the moment, let alone write them.

But, I'm still here. Keeping my head down and trying not to cause too much trouble. Life seems to be "on hold" a bit at the moment. There's so much that Jane and I want to do, but it's all dependent on selling our two smallish homes and buying something of a decent size. The news that house prices are tumbling would be great if we could actually get any buyers at all for our places. But just getting people to look at them is proving almost impossible. After years of feasting on the economic equivalent of calorific Kellogg's Golden Nuggets (so tasty, but you know it's bad for you), we're now forced to chew on it's evil high-fibre low-taste alternative: Credit Krunch.

It wouldn't be so bad if the perceived opinion didn't seem to be that house-buyers were reaping what they sowed, suffering from an economic downturn they created by artificially inflating the house market over the the last decade. It's not my fault. I've done nothing to inflate the house market, personally, I've just been quietly investing in my little pile of bricks-and-mortar, content to sit on the bottom rung of the property ladder, and now I finally want to step up a rung, the rules of the game have changed. All of a sudden the ladders are all snakes and the whole board is starting to look very slippery indeed.