
Selling a house and all involved are cunts.
I’ve been fortunate when it comes to houses. No chains involved in any of them, and not much hassle.
Now my house is on the market, within a few days a firm offer of over the asking price was accepted, all was going reasonably well. I had the usual solicitor asking for council permission letters for an extension that was done 30 years before I moved into the place (what the fuck am I paying you for?)
Then …a short arsed cunt came to my house to “survey” it.
This fella wandered around a bit, showed great interest in a guitar I have on the wall, took a few pictures on his phone of the roof/garden etc and after what seemed like a short while left.
His survey has now been passed to the couple, who immediately wanted to meet the estate agent here to address “some concerns”.
During this visit I get a call asking me about keys for windows !!…Gawn knows, I don’t think they’re locked and the keys are probably in a pot somewhere. Thinking well if that’s it jobs a good un.
No…This cunts survey banged on about over grown hedges to the garden which maybe hiding Japanese knotweed. A wonky fence at the bottom of the of my garden which doesn’t belong to me the boarders farmland and a “tilt” on one of the piers at the front of my house that I’m fucked if I can see.
There were also concern about the log burner not having a vent in the chimney breast, some damp issues and efflorescence on brickwork.
All in all devalued my house by 21 thousand pounds lower than their offer….and once more it’s gone onto some site that “surveyors” and such like use as a guide for future reference.
So now even though they have had a mortgage approved on the place they are looking for a serious reduction in the price they offered, and once more because of this site every surveyor that comes in the future will used this figure as a guide.
Selling a house is a cunt.
Nominated by: Halloween Cunthook