Grumpy old woman

I'm quite enjoying ranting about politics in my blag! I shall become a nasty, grumpy old woman I've decided, the type kids run away from.
Today - houses! In the context of business, a verbal contract is followed by a legally binding contract and money is exchanged. In house-sale-land, you trawl through rubbish houses, finally find a lovely house - put in an offer, spend a fortune on surveys and then your chain collapses or you're gazumped! 
Politicians have so many pledges on their manifestos that they completely ignore post election, so we should trim the system! 1 pledge, and if you fail to deliver, you're out. 
I propose a House Party (love them, me), whose only remit is to reform the property laws, in line with Scotland I should think.  Welfare (I'm not going to pun that one - except it isn't... ahem), Healthcare and  Education  are knackered anyway (oh, don't get me started on catchment areas for schools), so give up the pretense of trying to fix them.

Job's a good 'un