Whitby and completion

Whitby was fantastic - really good for the four of us who had just the holiday we needed, in no small part thanks to all the people who were staying in our flat. Which is in turn thanks to the wonderful bootpunk who sorted out both accommodation and tickets for us - thanks man!

We were supposed to complete on Friday. On the day, we got a call from our solicitors to say that the mortgage company had suddenly decided that they needed to send a surveyor to check that all the work was complete before they could loan the money, but that they couldn't send the surveyor until Monday. That is in some ways handy for the seller, because the work wasn't complete on Friday, but also rather aggravating.

Yesterday we phoned everyone we could to find out what was going on. At around 2pm we learned that the surveyor had called, but that he was yet to make his report, which he couldn't do because he was on the road. If only there were some way to make telephone calls while travelling, I thought. Anyway, it didn't reach the lender in time, so we didn't complete yesterday either.

We are now hoping to complete today.

*twitches*

Update: The mortgage company are happy! They are in the process of releasing the money, which can take up to a couple of hours. Once our solicitor has the money she can instantaneously transfer it to the vendor, at which point we camp out in the vendor's office until they give us keys...

Update: You will not believe the next exciting installment. I'll make another post in about twenty minutes or so.

Our flat today

Today was supposed to be the day we completed purchase of our flat. As I put the bins out I noticed all was not as it supposed to be. About an hour ago myself and Jess went into the flat (the doors are all open) and took this picture:

We've told the solicitor to hold the money.

Urge to kill rising.

Update to explain what's actually going on: we're buying from a company called London Homebuyers who buy, refurbish and resell property. The windows that were there before were brand new, but it turns out that they didn't bother to comply with planning permission, so the council have made them rip them out and fit sash-style windows that fit better with the neighbourhood. We've been left totally out of the loop on all this; we wouldn't know about it at all if we weren't fortunate enough to live across the road.

We turn out to be extremely fortunate that a screwup by our mortgage company has delayed completion thus far!

Catfishing

In lighter news, I am totally addicted to this game.