Renovation project - Surveys, Surveys and more Surveys
I have realised that it has been sometime
since I blogged and I apologise, but I really had no idea just how stressful
selling 2 houses in 2 countries would actually be, so I feel a little more
human and can now get back to the blog. I will pick up where I left off and
surprisingly this one ends with me saying how stressful it is starting to get!
We arrive back in France and for the first
time neither of us have been ill on a visit back to the UK, that really has to
be a first.
We get to the house and have a look round
and think that we need to get everything in place and ready. The diagnostiques
will be checking all over the house, and the guy will be here in the morning.
Then I check my e-mails, the diagnostique
company has e-mailed to change the date, it is over a week away, this is not
good at all. I ring the company and there is nothing they can do, I realise how
difficult it is to argue in a different language. I don’t want to be too awful
but I can’t find the right words, (however my tone is definitely coming
through) i have no choice, it is still difficult to speak on the phone, so
trying to argue when nobody can see my expression means I accept the next
appointment, only John can see me hopping about waving my arms.
I am not happy, but there is nothing to be
done.
Later that day we also receive a telephone call
from the estate agent in the UK, the survey has been arranged for the UK house
on the same day as our diagnostiques are being completed, later still I have an
email from the Notaire, he has arranged for Veolia (the water company) to come out
and survey our drains, again on the same day.
OK maybe this is all going to be a little
bit stressful. But after next Thursday, things can only get better, assuming
everything passes and the UK survey values the house at the amount the buyers
have offered.
I had no idea that the UK surveyors could
value it for less and that would put a spanner in the works.
But today we are going out for dinner, my
head is banging, my stress levels are through the roof and I am not cooking, I
want a steak burger with a bottle of wine and I want somebody to bring it to my
table with a smile.
Crepuscule here we come.
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