I may be exaggerating there, the real horrors are the real estate agents and their gift of the gab. In our experience most real estate agents will without fail open every viewing with an out-right-in-your-face lie. I’m not joking. They will meet you at the property, shake your hand, say the perfunctory, “Nice to meet you” and as they take that next breath you can be certain a big fat whopper is about to leave their lips. Normally they stick with the tried and true opener of, “Just to let you know“…
“Just to let you know guys, we’ve had an offer come in this morning for (enter 10 quid below the asking price). I just want to be really up front with you“
Oh, its been on the market for 2 weeks but the offer just happened to come in this very morning? What an amazing coincidence!
“I’ve had 2 viewings already this morning and have another one this afternoon, it’s a very popular property!“
Always particularly laughable when they struggle to work out how to open the front door, 2 other viewings this morning hey? Maybe on that 4th viewing of the day you’ll have the two locks on the front door thing worked out.
“Just to let you know, we’ve already have two very good offers on this property but you are still in with a chance if your offer is the right amount”
You might be telling the truth but that “just to let you know” business automatically sets off my bullshit radar. I bet the right amount is five quid below the asking price too.
“This property is decorated to a very high standard“
As she opens the front door and the smell of damp hits you like a tonne of bricks.
“There’s nothing else of this calibre on the market in this price bracket“
That property we viewed an hour ago is clearly made of wishes and dreams.
“Very rare to get three double bedrooms in this area, this property’s a must see“
After climbing the stair case and stepping into the first “double bedroom” you realise that to qualify for that term you just have to squeeze a small double bed into the space and call it a day. You weren’t hoping to actually walk around your bed were you? Reserve some energy and just belly flop into bed from the doorway.
Then there’s the ongoing lies, putting you off, pitting you against another potential offer (real or imaginary) and playing dumb when you question problems with the contract you’re about to sign your life away with.
Real estate agents are super fun.
Property hunting dramas aside, finding a property within the realm of what we were already paying in rent turned out to be silly optimistic dreaming. The property we tentatively have an offer on is a whopping £120 more per week for the same amount of bedrooms and no back garden.
Complaining negative nelly aside, the apartment we are hopefully moving into has some serious perks. I know I’m a simple gal but a happy dance is in order for my first ever home with more than one bathroom. There will be no more landing on a pee dribbled loo seat at 4 in the morning. I have a hope in hell of wandering into the loo to discover the seat is down every once in a while. There will no longer be banging on the door and little boys stomping their feet furiously to try and hold in a number 1 (or if extra lucky a number 2) whilst I’m trying to get some alone time reading on the toilet or soaking in a tub full of bubbles.
I wasn’t sold on an apartment for obvious reasons: nowhere to send the kids out (and lock the back door) and a sad kitty cat who loves to wander around in the great outdoors being trapped inside bored out of his mind. Fortunately whilst not exactly ideal this apartment only has one small set of stairs up to our apartment and there’s a big grassy area right behind the apartment block. We’re also going to be in a secure gated area with several apartment blocks so there will be minimal traffic around the paved areas and the older boys should be fine to ride their bikes.
I’m a naturally cynical and paranoid lady so I imagine axe murderers, stalkers (can’t resist that flubbery bottom clearly!), house fires and in my night mares possible zombie attacks (thanks for concreting that need for a zombie plan into my head Mr. Occasional reader of my blog!) so the security in the middle of London is actually really nice. As long as the shooter and/or zombie’s don’t have a code for the big looming front gates and aren’t one of the current residents we’ll be fine.
Hooray for having somewhere to live!
* I’m in the middle of a post with tips on finding an area and a property to live in London.
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