Confidence Evaporates

I had been confident that we'd be celebrating the sale of our house -- at it's full asking price -- within a matter of days. Unfortunately this hasn't happened. We had the one viewing on Saturday and the feedback was:

"He liked it... but thought that the living room was too small. He won't be putting in an offer."

WTF did he expect?! It's a Victorian Terrace house. ALL the reception rooms are small. If he's that worried, then knock the internal wall down... Nevermind.

And after speaking with our agent about the girl who put in the laughably low offers, it's clear she was taking a punt on things: Apparently she DOES have the money, as she's been looking at up to £225,000...

Going into this week we now have ZERO potential buyers lined up. Not good.

Of course we looked at 3 properties ourselves over the weekend.

Property 1 is good enough that we're going to offer on it tomorrow, despite the fact there are already 2 bids for it on the table and we haven't sold. Asking price is £249,950 and we'll have to offer that I think.

Property 2 was a 35 min round trip due to road works. The agent turned up 5 mins late... with the WRONG KEYS. F*ckwit. As the house is right next door to a pub with a kebab van in it, we won't be going back for another look.

Property 3 was OK, but outside our budget once you added on the fees and the work we'd want to do to it.

So property 1 it is then... It's not in Thame though, it's in Stone.