After giving a heart-stopping moment on the phone the other day where they applied the wrong credit score and told us we could only borrow £20,000 less than they originally told us, the Halifax screwed up again.
Posts about House
I am looking forward to this weekend. For the first time in several weeks, I can rest and relax without feeling like I should be trapsing around estate agents, and wandering around street after street. On the other hand, I've now got a swamp full of paperwork and phonecalls to deal with.
The thing about being highly pesamistic is, when something actually goes your way, IT FEELS BLOOMIN' BRILLIANT!
At least if you're pessimistic, you won't be disappointed if you don't get what you seek.
It's been a slog but, well.... we think we've found the right place to buy.
The games estate agents play on the phone.
Looking for somewhere to buy is hard work in London. You need a lot of cash for starters. And then you need to find somewhere you like. But at the minute, you're lucky if you can find anything at all.
Next to the computer is the 'no pile' - a pile of paper giving details of a pile of properties. Each has the estate agents description of the place, photograph and dimensions. Stapled to that are some scrawled notes listing my views and opinions of the place. But have we been looking in the wrong place for a place to buy? Or have we been looking in the right place and we're about to get distracted looking in the wrong one? And does this make any sense?
I've kind of resisted writing about buying a house, partially because it's depressing, and partially because the cost of housing is all anyone talks about in London. If talking about the weather is the national obsession, talking about property prices is the London one.