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The bidding rant

We have been in emergency accommodation for over a year now and while at the time it was a god send, I’ve just had enough of the constant knock back from bidding for a permanent home.

We leave above a garage in a one bedroom flat, moonpie room is actually the front room too, we are plagued by constant drilling and noise from 8 in the morning to 10 at night some days … on top of that there a car body workshop behind us so we can’t even have the windows open at times because of the paint spraying.

I’m up every Wednesday night, bidding on council houses as soon as the site opens only to end up bottom of the queue by Thursday morning, it’s just pointless and disheartening.

I must sound so selfish because there are many people in a much worse situation but I want a home for my daughter, I want her to finally have some stability in her life, we could be move from this flat at any time if the landlord decides to sell or withdraw the property from emergency accommodation, I don’t want my daughter to keep being moved around from pillar to post for most of her childhood.

I have been on the councils case constantly but they just fob me off with excuses we are meant to be a priority case yet it feels like we have been pushed to the side.

I just hope at some point this year we are offered a permanent home.