We will not be homeless after all
The sale of Dr B.'s flat fell through just as he had obtained an additional mortgage to purchase a bigger property. The buyer does not have access to the moneys until July.
We had visited a lovely top-floor loft-style warehouse conversion only a five minute walk from Vauxhall tube, and Dr B. was about to put in an offer just as he heard that his buyer had pulled out.
We are of course gutted. What makes it worse is that now we have to go back to cleaning and tidying up the flat every morning before going to work, in case the estate agents bring people around.
When the flat first went on the market I was enjoying the feeling of living in a perpetually spotless environment.
Now I just want a maid.
Thursday 29 December 2005 at 8:11 pm
You really have been attacked by the vile spambots, haven't you? My sympathies.