So I’m buying a house. I wanted to move in BEFORE my breast reduction but things didn’t go through in time. So once I’d recuperated I started harassing the agent. The survey had come back with lots of damp so I’d contracted a company to go in to give an estimate of the costs of damp proofing and replastering. The company tried to get the keys from the estate agents but the owners were ‘fixing’ the damp. Which they of course WEREN’T doing. It went on for weeks until eventually I retracted my offer.
Then the begging started. The owners were desperate to sell and would concede to my ‘demands’ to allow loft access to assess the roof and to let the company go in to give an estimate for the fixing of the damp.
Eventually, I relented and communicated with the agent. The house had no loft access because the hatch was sealed up and the ceiling plastered. Obviously, the hatch had to be opened up. I told the agent this. They said they’d get back to me with an answer. And then didn’t. I gave them 3 days to get me an answer. They didn’t.
The session with the psych showed me I was stressed and that that was leading to me getting depressed. I can’t do much about most of my stress (as mentioned earlier) I CAN however, reduce the stress of the stupid bloody house. The agent had persuaded me to give it another go with the purchase and was very convincing. THEN the crap started up with them again. So NO MORE! After work, I phoned and told the agent they could fuck off.
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