It appears that, in order for me and my husband to live together, we must first invent the universe. The long term plan is for myself, the cat and the munchkin to end up in New England, where my husband lives. The shorter term plan is that he is coming to the UK for a year first to study. In order for us to live together HERE, I needed to re-house my cat as she isn't permitted in rented places so the cat has been hurriedly crammed onto mine and munchkin's flight when we visit hubby in June/July so that the mother-in-law can take are of her for the year and a bit til we arrive. Unfortunately, one of the airlines we are using decided to be extremely unhelpful, the other were an absolute delight. After 4 phone calls to one and no less than 30 emails and 4 complaints to the other, the former are perfectly happy to accept the situation and the latter are lucky I was in a good mood last time we spoke or I'd have reduced the "customer care" agent to tears where he stood after the drama that they have caused. I do not have the strength to relay the entire situation bit basically, we played he said, she said and myself and the other airline were right while the argumentative airline were wrong. So the cat is now sorted. On to the housing related issues then... It's a long and complicated one. Basically, if I had decided to not bother with legal issues or regulations from the OH's university housing, we'd be fine. As it happens, I'm not a fan or prison or getting him thrown out of his housing but doing what we like and ignoring the rules would be far, far easier than trying to work around all the various rules we have to abide by to be able to live together and work. It's not even simple, who can work where and when whilst the other is working there and then is just baffling and that's before we even look into the tax credits that would be paying for part of the childcare. If the universe could see fit to just let me win the lottery, we'd have far less trouble. I'll update IF and when I can figure out what exactly it is that we're supposed to be doing or not doing.