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Wednesday, November 05, 2003

Just got a phone call this morning from my Briefs, confirming that there's zero chance of completion before the end of November. It appears that the Brief for Tracey and Richard, this Constantinou guy, has only just sent off for searches on the house they want in Trowell. Terrific. At this rate I'll be lucky to move before Xmas. Oh, the Brief says it'll "definitely" happen before Xmas, but that's just talk. The whole thing is in increasing danger of collapsing like a house of cards, leaving everyone, and especially myself, thousands worse off, except for the tosser in Trowell who's holding everyone up. Tracey and Richard's mortgage offer expires in the middle of December, and my buyers may well lose patience - in their position I'd be tempted to say "fuck it!", pull the offer, and go looking for a house with vacant possession. The chain is wobbling, make no mistake.

And if it all comes crashing down? What then? I'll have stacked up grands of debt and be back at square one, and still have nowhere to live in Nottingham. There's a small, but finite, probability that the Nottingham job will be put in danger as there's no way I can afford to carry on with temp accommodation, and neither could I afford to pay 500/month for a flat in Nottingham on top of the Hull mortgage. The temptation to just flog the Hull house, take the 23k profit, buy a camper van, and fuck off into the wilderness, is growing. I've had over 3 months of this house-selling/buying bollox and I'm reaching the end of my tether.



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