Yesterday the people buying our flat pulled out of the deal. The day before we were due to exchange contracts. Merry flippin' Christmas.
As you can imagine, I'm not happy.
Only 5 days ago I was at the house we're buying measuring up for curtain poles, new kitchen appliances and nursery furniture. Let's face it, at this point would you expect it all to fall flat on it's backside!? We were looking forward to spending an obscene amount of cash in the January sales but alas, we're back to square one.
I will be honest, I spent most of yesterday afternoon in tears. Perhaps there was a touch of petulant child in the there with the whole 'why me?' mentality but at the same time I think it was a little justified. I'm under no illusion that these guys have been stalling for about a week and the fact they didn't even tell the estate agent that they were withdrawing is a little galling. To find out via my solicitor who received a letter posted a few days previously was not very nice at all.
I'm swinging between cross and upset. I'm almost 5 months pregnant, having an awful time at work and was looking forward to getting out of a tiny flat. I know I should be grateful that I have my own flat but it's getting terribly cramped after 9 years of collecting junk - not to mention a husband who brought his own stack of junk. Trying to fit everything in without the pending small person is a nightmare so when we have to try to put in more furniture to house the small person it could just tip us over the edge.
So the choice it, get back on the horse and try to resell again and hope we manage it in time to get our house back or sit tight and live in a flat I'm beginning to really dislike and be as cramped as hell. What a nightmare!
It makes me so cross that our system of house purchasing is so namby-pamby. Short of there being a very good legal reason not to purchase, I find it amazing that it is perfectly acceptable to just change your mind at any time without any recourse. It's simply not on.
Apparently they may be in a position to change their mind in January - well BULLY FOR THEM! I hope they have a lovely relaxed Christmas with no worries whilst I'm crying into my turkey gravy with not even the possibility of drinking myself into oblivion. Thanks so much.