Some of you will probably remember that last month, I posted about the upcoming property searching that Karl and I would have to do. Well, shortly afterwards we went to see a small cottage about a mile and a half up the road. It was pretty, had a lovely garden and a shed. However, it was tiny and the steep staircase would have proved incredibly dangerous, particularly with a cat under our feet.
After having decided against that one as a bad idea, we went to see another property being advertised by the same agent. Bigger house, bigger garden and a garage. However, I will not hesitate to say that it was in a total state. Crooked plasterboard walls that obviously weren’t original, peeling wallpaper, child’s doodling everywhere, holes in multiple places — whoever the last tenants were deserve a bloody good kicking.
Despite some serious reservations — Karl in particular was very anxious about the whole thing, and nearly changed his mind at the last minute — we went for a second viewing and filled in the application forms. This was on the 28th January. Now, bearing in mind it should take about a week for the forms to be processed, you may be surprised to hear they’re still not done… thanks to our current property managing agents (herein referred to as PMA), who are and always have been useless beyond belief, our application has been delayed again and again.
First the PMA refused to give a reference, because our current contract hasn’t ended yet. This despite the fact that a) no sane person leaves it until the very end of their tenancy to find a new place to live, and b) why would we ask for a reference from them if we were trying to bugger off early without notice? After a week of tossing about, I finally called the PMA and was instructed that to give the reference, we would have to officially end our tenancy on the flat. I did so, via e-mail as instructed, and followed it up with a phone call the next day to confirm the e-mail had been received.
Earlier this week we received a letter addressed to both of us confirming our cancellation, and details of what we would need to do before we leave (end the utilities in our name, etc). It had definite snotty undertones but that’s nothing new. I had assumed this would mean our applications could be finalised but by Thursday we hadn’t heard back so I gave the estate agents for the new property a call.
Turns out that the PMA had again refused to give a reference, this time to Karl. The excuse was that he hadn’t ended his tenancy. Why on EARTH they would think this I do not know — the e-mail contained both of our names, and the confirmation they sent was addressed to us both! We explained this to the guy at the new agents, who couldn’t understand it either, and who reassured us that he would get it sorted. He sent the application agency a copy of the letter we’d received, and has set our moving in date for Friday 22nd of this month.
WHOO :D That in itself is of course all exciting and woohoo. What makes this truly fantabulous and amazing is that Karl and I snuck up to the new property today and through the windows we could quite clearly see that all of the downstairs work seems to have been done. New plaster, new paintwork, new skirting around the bottom of the walls. The old dodgy wallpaper has been pulled down, the holes seem to have been repaired and everything is shiny and new. I can’t believe it.. Karl can’t believe it! It looks brilliant, way beyond our expectations. (Honestly, we had no expectations, we were planning to do the work ourselves.)
I am seriously thrilled, and can’t wait to get the keys on Friday next week.