Hectic Frustration

It’s been a busy week, one we started with optimism.
We have clocked up almost 400 miles, which may not sound very much but when you take into account that we usually only travel about 15 miles a day, it’s a lot and expensive in fuel.

house huntingHouse hunting is extremely tiring. And that’s before you even get out of the armchair.
I said a few posts ago that we had gone back to doing things the old-fashioned way by legging it into Estate Agents offices and hopefully getting  details of properties before they were snapped up while the ink was still wet.

Over the past couple of months, we have seen HUNDREDS within our price range on the internet.
We have driven by SCORES within a 30 mile radius (in addition to Hubby’s trip away a few weeks ago) .
We have actually been inside 20.
This week, we had several viewings lined up on potential successful applicants for our next home. It has meant traveling the same roads three times because the agents couldn’t arrange for us to view them all in one day.
The early week offerings were gutting. Or should I say gutted.

gutted Two of the properties were empty shells, one looking like it had sustained flood damage from the photographs when actually EVERYTHING from the carpets, light fittings, kitchen units and bathroom fittings had all been removed.
Another still had its bathroom suite (all cracked) and kitchen cupboards, though nothing could be used as it was in such poor repair. There was also a very nice ring burn in the worktop that had left quite an indentation (on the next description will probably be referred to as a pot holder) .

Yesterday we were particularly excited (read keen) as we had three properties to view that all looked promising.
We have learned not to put all our eggs in one basket, but one stood out as preferable and we were more or less moving in our furniture before we got through the door.

house savingsOh dear. The front door needed a foot behind it and we didn’t appreciate the welcoming committee of a crack running down the wall in the entrance lobby. The window frames throughout were all rotted, there had been a shift in the kitchen and some tiles had fallen off the wall, and the integral ‘garage’ was only suitable for a motor cycle.
The electric heating would have to go, as would the plastic ‘decorative ceiling features’.
Outside, we had matching cracks either side of 2 windows,  and the garden was at three different levels, but we don’t think that was intentional.

Moving on >>>>>>>>

The next property looked very nice from the front (don’t they all) but again the electric heating would have to come out, there was a lot of work needed inside including a rewiring job, and the back garden was……. absent. It would appear that several properties along that road had sold off part of their gardens and a small development of 6 houses had been built directly behind them.

The final, and most expensive of the three, already had our preferred oil central heating (though the boiler was on its last legs and would need to be replaced, plus it was in the most hideous cupboard we have ever seen) , a smashing kitchen and bathroom, but not much else that we liked. With two large conservatories, one covering open drains and the other with half of the roof missing, the back garden was too close to a waterway and was actually in the process of being washed away altogether.

We came away disappointed, fed up, and hungry.
One thing about the area we’ve been looking in is that it has plenty of takeaway outlets.

sausage and chipsWe had a decent banger with chips at a sensible price, then decided to take Maggie down to the sandy beach for some exercise. Bless her, she’d been so good for us again.
We had a cup of tea and the most chocolatey muffins in the little cafe there, and the people were really friendly. It’s one of the reasons we are interested in buying there.

It was a long drive home. Hubby was angry and I let him rant.
angryI was disillusioned and frustrated.
It’s not as if we’re expecting miracles or some Mega Posh Des-Res for peanuts.
What has amazed us is how Agents can blatantly describe what we have been shown as ‘desirable’ and  ‘must be viewed to appreciate’ properties.
Our own is a modest bungalow. We’ve done a lot of improvements here, and have kept it well maintained. Any work was done when noticed, not when it became an issue or major job. We have taken a pride in our home, keeping it clean and presentable. What is wrong with us to expect something similar ???????

houseSo far, we have only seen ONE that is anywhere close to acceptable.
We just can’t afford to live there.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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4 Responses to Hectic Frustration

  1. janegundogan says:

    In a previous life I was an estate agent. I would watch families, couples, singles, elderly, all sorts coming through with great anticipation to less than stellar properties. On occasion I would be embarrassed to show these dumps to decent, hardworking people just trying to find a home.

    Perseverance is the key. I myself spent nearly 12 months looking for our perfect property. It’s out there. Its just waiting for you.

    • That’s exactly how we see it, and keep plugging away. We have a buyer now (our property was never gushed about in the ads by the way), so may well end up going into rented accommodation unless we find it soon.

  2. Hang it there! You will find the perfect home!

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