Hey, guess what's happened now!
The person who is buying my little house that we have been renting out in S Wales, that is in-part enabling us to buy the new house, appears to be pulling out. On the crappy reason-that-isn't-a-reason that they have 'heard that the house was built in 1950 rather than 1900 and they want a turn of the century house'.
a) Shouldn't this have shown up on their survey, two months ago?
b) They apparently want to use it as a buy-to-let so what the hell does it matter when it was built?
c) What a shitty thing to do this late on in the process - effectively they are saying 'we've decided we don't really like the house after all' about three days before we were hoping to complete.
So not only are we £10k short because of the low remortgage valuation of our own house; we are now £x short from this, too.
Do you think the universe is trying to tell us something?
Still no baby.
I've very grumpy though.
And my tummy hurts.
We are trying to look on the bright side, but it's proving rather hard to find one. In lieu of that, we have just been dancing round the dining room to 'Keep on the sunny side' from the 'Oh Brother Where Art Thou?' soundtrack. Particularly apt because the only trousers I can get in to are my denim dungarees.
Sometimes only twangy music and cheap whisky will do.