alp
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Ooops! Buyer pulled out this morning and I was soooooooooooo haaaaaaaaaaaaaappy!
I just couldn't deal with the stress. Saw a footballer's wife's house - all fluffy and minimal garden. Put in an offer and came home bursting into tears as I would never be happy there and the posh neighbours would abhor at my Kusco crowing! Not that I care, but it's inhumane to lock the hens up in such a confined space. Then I put an offer on a detached house on a great location, but replacing everything would drain my possible proceeds. I need the money to live on; and my estate agent didn't want me to buy it as they wanted me to buy the detached from them. This latter didn't seem to have gas central heating! I wouldn't mind if gas supply was already in situ. I had mine reconnected and it only cost me money to have the whole central heating installed. I remember I phoned National Grid to come and see if the supply could be reinstated. The young man sniffed and declared he smelt MONEY. I was jubilated. I got someone in to install the gas and after that, the kitchen was like a bomb site and it was like dealing with a void, I managed to get someone living nearby to install my kitchen.
I am not afraid of the work or renovation involved, but the cracks in the outside wall the strange facade did put me off. The "structural engineer" builder told me he would charge me £120 for the whole report. It's like being whacked before admitting guilty. Any way, I was travelling out of town every day to view 2 houses. The worst agency to deal with is Colourbricks. The man in my area ALWAYS rejected my requested viewing times. When I asked him to come and give me an estate, he said, "I live just up the road and I know the property value here, there is no way you can ask for that money!" That's it, I phoned up the central unit to make sure he would not come. That's the way estate agents sell your houses - name a low price and shift your property quickly. When I got an offer of £375K, the estate agent said I would never get an offer higher than that. I took the house back in and whilst everyone was celebrating Christmas, I was removing woodchips, and the dust of the rewiring went everywhere. I got £396k from the last buyer. The stress of having to move out quickly was impossible to describe. Just like the lovely couple who had 180 foot garden with an aviary, a huge upright hen coop, a ferret mansion. How do you expect them to move fast? I am going to find some more allotment plots to shift my plants a bit.
Now, I feel a void. Son and I agreed that we wouldn't put the house on the market until he has found a steady job. This job that he has now hasn't even paid him and he started the job 5 May. The petrol costs him a packet AND the hourly rate is mean! However, it's good that he has a job and through it, he learns a bit about work, his ability and real life such as pension, holiday pay, none of which he will be entitled to in this mean job.
The sun is out. Went to the allotment earlier and yet the lock to the shed jammed and to top it all, it rained. Richard told me to go to his shed whilst he was on his way out. But I decided to come home as I couldn't do anything without a fork and gloves. Got some pineapple bits, salad and even evil rhubarbs for my hens. Horrible tasting rhubarb! I mixed it with ice-cream, but no! Going to pick the small strawberries for me hens! So want to hold them, but at the moment, they are confined to my hen house and pet run. Goldie is not eating and is crowing like a hen! Some identity crisis!
I just couldn't deal with the stress. Saw a footballer's wife's house - all fluffy and minimal garden. Put in an offer and came home bursting into tears as I would never be happy there and the posh neighbours would abhor at my Kusco crowing! Not that I care, but it's inhumane to lock the hens up in such a confined space. Then I put an offer on a detached house on a great location, but replacing everything would drain my possible proceeds. I need the money to live on; and my estate agent didn't want me to buy it as they wanted me to buy the detached from them. This latter didn't seem to have gas central heating! I wouldn't mind if gas supply was already in situ. I had mine reconnected and it only cost me money to have the whole central heating installed. I remember I phoned National Grid to come and see if the supply could be reinstated. The young man sniffed and declared he smelt MONEY. I was jubilated. I got someone in to install the gas and after that, the kitchen was like a bomb site and it was like dealing with a void, I managed to get someone living nearby to install my kitchen.
I am not afraid of the work or renovation involved, but the cracks in the outside wall the strange facade did put me off. The "structural engineer" builder told me he would charge me £120 for the whole report. It's like being whacked before admitting guilty. Any way, I was travelling out of town every day to view 2 houses. The worst agency to deal with is Colourbricks. The man in my area ALWAYS rejected my requested viewing times. When I asked him to come and give me an estate, he said, "I live just up the road and I know the property value here, there is no way you can ask for that money!" That's it, I phoned up the central unit to make sure he would not come. That's the way estate agents sell your houses - name a low price and shift your property quickly. When I got an offer of £375K, the estate agent said I would never get an offer higher than that. I took the house back in and whilst everyone was celebrating Christmas, I was removing woodchips, and the dust of the rewiring went everywhere. I got £396k from the last buyer. The stress of having to move out quickly was impossible to describe. Just like the lovely couple who had 180 foot garden with an aviary, a huge upright hen coop, a ferret mansion. How do you expect them to move fast? I am going to find some more allotment plots to shift my plants a bit.
Now, I feel a void. Son and I agreed that we wouldn't put the house on the market until he has found a steady job. This job that he has now hasn't even paid him and he started the job 5 May. The petrol costs him a packet AND the hourly rate is mean! However, it's good that he has a job and through it, he learns a bit about work, his ability and real life such as pension, holiday pay, none of which he will be entitled to in this mean job.
The sun is out. Went to the allotment earlier and yet the lock to the shed jammed and to top it all, it rained. Richard told me to go to his shed whilst he was on his way out. But I decided to come home as I couldn't do anything without a fork and gloves. Got some pineapple bits, salad and even evil rhubarbs for my hens. Horrible tasting rhubarb! I mixed it with ice-cream, but no! Going to pick the small strawberries for me hens! So want to hold them, but at the moment, they are confined to my hen house and pet run. Goldie is not eating and is crowing like a hen! Some identity crisis!
