I’m back! Did ya miss me?
The evil jetlag has got me, and I’m writing this at 5.30 am, wide awake and zingy. No doubt by 3 pm, I’ll be feeling like death warmed up and wanting to crawl into bed. Oh well.
The day we left to go on holiday – Wednesday 23rd October – was up there amongst the most stressful of my life. And, eventually, one of the best days, too.
You may remember that whilst we were holiday in Greece at the end of September, the elderly owner of the house that we were buying pulled out of the deal three days before exchange of contracts. To say we were gutted would be an understatement.
Anyway, about 36 hours before we were due to leave for the Maldives, it became apparent that said elderly chap had reconsidered and wanted to sell once again. Ashley and I discussed it and agreed that although we would still love to buy the house, we did not want any possible purchase hanging over us whilst we were away with the potential to ruin another holiday, should the seller have (another) change of heart. We decided to confirm to them that we were still very interested, and would be happy to open negotiations again on our return.
We duly did this on the afternoon of Tuesday 22nd October, and on the Wednesday morning, three hours before we were due to leave for Heathrow, the message came back from the vendor that he would sell to us at a price we were both happy with – IF WE EXCHANGED CONTRACTS BEFORE WE WENT ON HOLIDAY!
Technically, as the searches and paperwork were still valid from our previous attempt to purchase, this was possible. But neither party had signed contracts, and the money had to get from our account to our solicitor’s before end of business that day.
So, we spent the next two hours in the lawyer’s office going over the contract, covenants and mounds of other various paperwork, signed the contract, and left (late) for Heathrow.
The money was on its way, but hadn’t made its way through the banking system for the next several hours, which was awful. As I drove, Ashley made phone calls. We got to my parents’ house, in Bournemouth, from where we were all being picked up in a taxi for the rest of the trip to the airport.
At 4.15 pm, we had a call from our solicitor saying the money was in place, but he couldn’t get hold of the vendor’s solicitor to exchange contracts. We were desperately worried that the vendor had had another change of mind and decided not to go ahead.
At 4.30 pm, as the taxi arrived to pick us up, there was still no news, and I began to lose hope.
At 4.45 pm, in the taxi, we got the call we’d been waiting for: contracts had been exchanged, and on 7th January 2014, the house will become ours.
I literally felt the weight drop from my shoulders, and let out a howl of glee! What better way to start your holiday?
Many, many celebratory drinks were consumed in the onboard cocktail bar on the plane that evening!
**Apologies for the very picture-heavy gallery at the top of this post – I didn’t have the time or energy to sort through and pick out the best photos, so just dumped the whole lot into a slideshow. **