Be with me now

I'm flat hunting in earnest at the moment. I inevitably respond very badly to this process and this time is no different. I wonder if other people find the whole wretched rugby scrum as traumatic as I do. Anyway I've not had time to read anything or write anything or indeed, think about anything. And anyway even if I had the time I wouldn't be able to, since I apparently have a finite amount of processing space in my mind and it is currently all taken up by worrying about finding flats, accessing flats, landlords, deposits, fighting for flats, maintaining some vestiges of dignity and humanity. It is enough to drive anyone to drink, and in my case the tense of that statement is probably inaccurate.