Canât you get the secretary to tidy and sort that?
Room for a huge TV on the grey wall
I would but sheâs currently lugging boxes of records up the steps and making hard work of it
Following the builders not responding to my letter we went to see a different house today. I rang the agent earlier this week to arrange a viewing. The agent said âThe owner only allows viewings on a Saturday, a viewing is only for 20 mins and you canât bring your sonâ. I asked âDoes she actually want to sell it?â. Anyway, a viewing was booked for 11.30am and I arranged for Harben to go to my 88 year old motherâs for an hour. Not ideal but no other option and my mother doesnât mind, but she is a bit long in the tooth to look after him, even if it is just an hour. I run round this morning getting things done so we can get there. I needed to get to the post office and as Iâve been clearing Abbyâs deceased motherâs house this week, I had six black bags of clothes to find a charity shop to take. I get all that done.
We get to the viewing 5 mins early. Itâs a nice house but hasnât been maintained and needs ÂŁ100k+ spent on it to get it up to scratch. Itâs battered. Of course, the asking price fails to take this into account and is top end. The agent turns up 15 mins late. No biggie. Nice lady who apologises and says she was stuck in traffic due to an accident which we had seen on the way. Next thing, she finds the key that the owner has left under a pot. Unfortunately, said key wonât work. The three of us spend 20 mins trying to get the key to work, no joy. âI told the owner this key was no good says the agent, she ignored meâ. Great. She rings the owner who moans and says Iâve got to be in Bristol this afternoon, but Iâll be over in 25 mins. We hang about outside for half an hour before the owner arrives. The owner is ignorant on arrival and in no way tries to show any empathy for us having now been stuck outside for an hour. If it had been me Iâd have apologised and made sympathetic noises. It turns out her key wonât work either and we still canât get in. The lock is broken. Itâs clearly been dodgy for ages and like everything else she has cut corners and is now paying the price, as am I! She has no other keys. " So weâre not going to get to see it, says I?" Doesnât look like it says the owner" who then goes on to moan that she will need to ring an emergency locksmith. I then pointed out to her that she hadnât even apologised for the inconvenience. We then left without seeing the house. I told the agent weâre not interested. Back to the drawing board.
You had an accident?
âŚWhich we had seen on the way.
Thanks for the edit
Wrong thread Tristan, a cockpunch is appropriate for folk like thatâŚ
She only wants what she paid for it.
Younger daughter finally opens up her first house. The estate agent was the good guy this time, very helpful and kept track of what all parties were doing. Daughterâs solicitor on the other hand was pretty useless and needed continual prompting (chosen from good Web reviews - they will be getting a one star from her).
Conveyancing Solicitors have been the busiest Iâve ever known them in 25 years. This was due to the booming property market and the stamp duty holiday being due to end at the end of March or April. Most were not taking new work on for a bit, which is unheard of. Workload may well have caused a drop in service standards.
Something certainly did. Thinking halfway through that daughter was after a mortgage when weâd made it clear that we were cash buyers and had provided evidence of money origin and chain, then finally sending off search requests about 8 weeks into the process, smacks of incompetence to me.
That sounds like exactly the type of thing that happens when you are deluged with work. When youâre running 200 files at the same time you do sometimes get a bit muddled.
Iâm not a conveyancer but Iâve got about 100 open files. Iâve have 200+ and wouldnât want to go back to that. You canât see the wood for the trees when youâre that deluged with work.
My ex bosses house has just gone on the market.
Who did you bloody work for
Somebody who was in the righ place at the right time, and willing to take risks to get what he wanted.
Used to love staying over at his place and wandering around the garden and grounds.
Is Matt flogging it to move in with his new squeeze?
drug smuggler?