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Went to see some more houses. They were okay. Was talking to Mother about them. Someone remind me that my mother means well when she worries and isn't just panicking for no good reason about something she doesn't know enough about to keep worrying me about it. Because yes, Mum, I just love being told I'm probably going to be homeless and its all my fault. And she wonders why I then lose my temper and start talking down to her - yes, I'm an ungrateful brat but seriously, there will be 250 rooms that I could move into at one of the halls, and they're not all going to have gone by the start of September.