Eleven documents, electronically, and one letter in 3 days from our solicitors. Boy, it looked like they’d finally got their act together. Exchange of contracts imminent, we naively thought.
But, no, it turns out our vendors bought two small portions of adjoining land over the years from a neighbour, then sold one to another neighbour. The problem is the Land Registry doesn’t seem to know about 2 of the 3 transfers of ownership. So now we have to sit and wait while it’s all sorted out.
For a month we’ve been worrying that, noting so little progress from our solicitors, despite paying for a survey and submitting all the necessary paperwork to them as promptly as humanly possible, perhaps the chain was about to collapse due to either our vendor or purchaser pulling out.
But, no. It turns out it’s just that the solicitors (well, ours anyway) work very sloooooowwwwwwlllllllllyyyyyyy.
They charge a high hourly rate. Why do they act as if their time is not only worth more than most employees but actually more important?
Everyone in the chain has conveyancers, removal companies etc waiting around. In a bigger chain there would also be mortgage companies and banks, decorators, cleaners, kitchen fitters etc etc. All hanging around, waiting for a possible move date because of one company of overpaid paper-pushers.
If they have so much work they can’t cope why don’t they employ more workers?
Isn’t that what most companies do?
Rant over. Fingers crossed for an improvement after they get a rocket from someone I know who will have some clout with them.
I’ve been a Plusnet (UK ISP) customer for many years. Their service is generally very reliable and good value.
For the last couple of days I’ve had problems connecting to the internet. Disconnections became more and more frequent. Rebooting the router would fix it for a few minutes, then one minute, then barely long enough to download waiting emails. After trying the laptop as well as my desktop PC it dawned on us that the problem was with the wireless signal in the house, not external.
To prove it I slung an old length of cable between the PC in the upstairs office and the router by the front door. Voila. Perfect. But now I obviously need a replacement router.
So I contacted Plusnet who quickly replied that my router was out of warrantee but, as a gesture of goodwill, they had already put a new replacement in the post to me.
Thank you, Plusnet.
Very nearly exchange of contracts stage. Well, we’ve signed our copy to sell.
We’ve had our survey done, too. Just a little worrying that our purchaser hasn’t done the same yet but, apparently, she has been out of the country so maybe we shouldn’t worry.
I’m practically on first name terms with the guys at the local council tip, I’m going there so frequently.
Stuff is also selling on Gumtree but the boxes are piling up even though the loft is still half full! So there’s still a lot to do. No rest for the wicked.
This lot is 99% stuff to send out to James in NZ. Where he finds space to store it will be his problem. He wants it so he gets it.
So far, so good. Offers made and accepted. Only 3 in the chain and no mortgages involved, so it should be a relatively quick process (in theory).
Pages and pages of forms filled in for the solicitors and a surveyor booked.
Meanwhile, de-cluttering is going well. Trips to the tip or filling up the bins with unwanted rubbish and selling a surprising number of things on Gumtree. Of course the prices bear no relation to what we paid for the items but that’s life. We’re half-way around the loft. Why on earth did we keep putting stuff up there continuously for 20 years?
This is one good reason for wanting this as our new home:-
So, after nearly 21 years in this lovingly maintained house, which is really too big for just the two of us, and its lovingly and painstakingly (and expensively) developed and maintained garden, we have decided to move.
I was raised in Plymouth and all my relatives still live there or in Cornwall. Our jobs were here but, now we’re retired, there’s nothing much to keep us here. It’s a lovely spot, in a lovely part of the country but, after a tour around some villages near Plymouth, we decided Dartmoor and the West Country in general was where we’d like to live. I only see my family about once a year. We’re all getting (a lot) older and we’d like to be nearer to them.
So we’ve found this lovely bungalow just outside Plymouth, just in Cornwall, with lovely views and we’ve put our house on the market.
The process should be painless, perhaps, but oversights and lack of communication by the chosen estate agent have meant some frustration and stress already. It didn’t help when he over-valued the house. At least we seem to have a reasonable offer now.
De-cluttering: Oh, my God, the stuff I’ve bought and never used, the excess tableware, glasses, tools, books …….; stuff that has gathered dust for years – in some cases ever since we moved here. And we haven’t started on the loft ! So, charity shop, rubbish bins or by advertising on Gumtree, it’s slowly going. The house is only a little smaller but we’re determined not to take stuff we don’t need. It still has a garden to maintain so most of the gardening tools will be coming but a double 4 m ladder? For a bungalow? I think not.
I’ll keep you updated.