Thursday, 3 July 2014

For the love of.....



Argh! This is a small post I am writing purely as a rant - a relatively safe means of expressing my feelings of rage currently elicited by the people /persons/institutions/economic climate/global recession responsible for the EXCESSIVE account of time, money and number phone calls needed to get a mortgage agreed.

Apparently telling them how much we spend on coffee (ahem), Andy's favourite sock colour and the direction of the wind was insufficient. They need blood. Perhaps we should offer them our first born too? Bank of Hades, Satan, Beelzebub & Cowell......

Feeling better already.

So. This is not an "informative" blog, but to give you some idea of what feelings the word "survey " now elicits in me, this is what we've had to arrange so far:

Homeowner survey
Structural engineer survey
Survey for building quotes
Damp and timber survey
Electrical survey
Architectural survey

Not all at once, mind. No, in teeth pulling, slow as grass growing, wrath incurring expensive increments. Yes, you 16 yr old only-seen-a-new-build-before work experience mortgage valuer THE WALLS AREN'T STRAIGHT AND THE KITCHEN IS CRAP: IT'S A 500 YEAR BUILDING USED AS OFFICES!

Today is d-day. Will they, won't they let us have a mortgage? Guess this will be my "last post" if not, eh?

Someone suggested more pictures in the blog. This is my face now:




Yes, I know, my hair is bad. It's raining out.

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