House hunting

With all the chaos of running back and forth between France, Mexico and Eastern Europe Seb hasn't had much time to do what he promised me he'd do which is look for a place to live. It is my job to search the internet each night and send him my prospects so that he can call about the things I find the next day and then make appointments, reporting dutifully back to me about what he saw or what information he uncovered over the telephone with the rental agent (usually that the house is being rented furnished or something weird like that). This scenario of me being the searcher was working quite well until we discovered that my parents have internet issues and we were stuck for at least half the time because I couldn't do my searches. I should say I was the one stuck because I couldn't send him my prospects and that gave him free reign to look at his own prospects. I have no problem with Seb looking as far as taste is concerned because we have the same exact tastes in houses, well mine being slightly less modern, but I knew he'd be busy looking on his own each evening not for something to rent but for something to buy. Seb is forever wanting to buy another old house and fix it up. I know this about him, it's an affliction, and I should have been worried because he did just what I thought he would. He called about a lot of houses in the last week but all of them are houses or apartments that are for sale not for rent. And he visited two or three of them just out of curiosity.

Of course they are all homes in need of renovation. Of course they all have plumbing issues. Of course we are in love with all of them.

Oh dear, where is this going to lead?