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Oh what a night day

Had a phonecall this morning to say that the final search was back, and have arranged to go and pay the deposit (shame, I rather liked the size of my bank balance with it in there) and sign some paperwork, and then we're nearly there!
Today has been a rather hectic day emotions wise, as it was the funeral of a family friend who died suddenly last week. On the way to the funeral, as Chris was picking me up from outside my house, my elderly and unobservant neighbour decided to reverse into the side of the car.
I should mention that he's done this before, although last time none of us were in the car and he waited two days and got stonkingly drunk before he came round and told us. By which time Chris had already got a roasting from his mum from the damage to her car.
The funeral went as well as can be hoped, but poor Chris's mum is now emotionally and physically exhausted, and I feel useless as to how I can help her when she is so upset.
So, a day for celebration, but not today. The news can wait until everyone is feeling better.

no completing here, move along please

*headdesk*

Am now being nagged by estate agent again. Because that always helps, and will of course make the local authority search come much quicker. So it's now looking like it will be beginning of next week at least, with time for the mortgage company to release funds and all. Argh!

all was well

Things are progressing, slowly. Have got some searches back, is anticipated that we will have the rest back next week, and will be given a completion date by the end of next week. The date itself might actually be the end of next week if we're bloody lucky!

Watch this space folks..

enough already

Right, where were we?
Mortgage - offer came through, four grand short. Was mightly pissed, as no one was listening to me when I was asking whether the amount I could borrow was being calculated from my part time pay, my part time pay with guaranteed overtime, or what I will earn in September on a full time contract. Spoke to the most helpful and polite estate agent in the world (this may be a lie) who in order to support me through the difficulties of dealing with the mortgage company not listening to me decided the best thing she could do was put the house back on the market. Apparently this was doing me a favour, as the vendor never knew about the sold sign.

The Fella is now in charge of phoning the estate agent, as I may be struck with a sudden and unavoidable bout of Tourettes should I have to contact her again.

In order to prevent further time wastage, we have borrowed the four grand from the Royal Bank of Parents (has the added advantage of being interest free), but it took another fortnight for the sold sign to go back up.

Add into the equation a solicitor who was recommended to us for being quick and using email, who instead writes to us to ask simple questions that:

a. have already been answered (e.g. - yes, do the damn searches, for gods' sake!)
b. could be answered (again) even quicker by email or phone.

If we are in the house before the end of the summer hols it will be a bloody miracle. I hope we are, not least because I cannot go into work over the six week holidays because our roof is being repaired. I have six weeks which are crying out for painting and sanding and shifting furniture round. I will lose my mind if they are six weeks of phoning people and answering unnecessary letters.