Last Friday we had an offer on the house. It wasn't quite as much as we'd hoped (£5k less) but you know what? It's an offer. And we accepted!! Hoorah!!
So we spent the weekend frantically trawling the internet looking for properties to go and view, and MAN did we trawl. We printed off, we compared, we even drove round and had a look at some from the outside.
SO. FREAKEN. EXCITED.
And then yesterday? The Estate Agents called. And said Mrs Buckingham (YES, I am naming and shaming, and I don't give a rats ass) has withdrawn her offer. She has put an offer on another property which has now become available again, and she would like to go for that one instead. So in short, thanks, but no thanks.
I am livid. She kept us dangling like fucking idiots all weekend, until she knew which property she could definitely have, felt she could pick and choose. I spent most of yesterday in tears; I was having a bad day anyway - my right leg and hip is slowly but surely getting worse, I hadn't eaten ANYTHING, the doorbell was going every few minutes and I was slowly going batshit.
So we're back to square one - on the market looking for buyers. We're about to switch agents; our current agents aren't the most helpful...so I guess we see how it goes. How people can screw others around like that is just beyond me.
Labels: House move