Today our house move all fell through again for the second time. Issues at the bottom of the chain again. The system in the UK needs a complete overhaul, but because they tried to do so once and failed, no one will try to reform the system again.
Although no one has confirmed properly we think the bottom of the chain decided they couldn’t afford the house after all. Someone, somewhere, failed in their role in this hideous process and now finally, after months of stress and hassle and being told we would exchange this week it has all come crashing down again.
The estate agents chirpy “Don’t worry, we’ll get you back on the market as soon as possible” was met with a stony “no you won’t” from us. We’ve had enough and need to regroup before deciding what to do next.
MrS’s house is lovely. It’s just basically not big enough for our non-nuclear family. And my shoes obviously. But mainly, you know, all the people we love.
At least the stress of “will we/won’t we” move before Christmas is lifted. Airbeds will be purchased and all will be fine.