As is usual when renting in Cambridge there comes a time when the owner wants to move back into the house bringing the soul destroying task of finding somewhere new to live upon you. It's amazing just what houseowners are trying to get away with in this town. I ended up looking at five houses and only two were habitable.

The worst was a four bedroom in town which held seven people (not including two children). The window faced a wall and with a double bed in the room there was maybe a postage stamp area to walk around in. £200 a month? No thanks.

Another one seemed okay, if a bit grotty, but it happened to be in Arbury which is supposed to be a dangerous area. It's not the nicest place in the world, but not a patch on the Liberties where I grew up.

Finally settled on a place off Mill Road. A nice attic double room with enough space for me to sprawl and feel comfortable. Now it's the task of moving the material possessions I've managed to accumulate over the past year up three flights of stairs.

Stress.