We were supposed to exchange on Monday. Our solicitor has been a dream. However, all solicitors in the chain are
meant to be in the office at the same time.
I’m sure someone is on holiday without having told anybody else. Not only that, but they were all talking to
each other two weeks ago and now… silence.
Number X in the chain is not available to anybody, solicitor or
not. All house moves are on hold.
Its crazy, isn’t it?
How so many people can have their lives on hold just for one phone
call? And what happens when one of them
is hit by a car? Has a family accident? Gets a real flu? The world shouldn’t have to come to a
grinding halt. The system is terribly
flawed. We are chain free – we don’t
even have to wait for our house to sell and with a good solicitor, it’s taken
eight weeks (and counting) for all the house checks to come through (that’s
checks, not cheques, which they’ve been having no problems accepting).
So where does this leave us?
Boxes are strewn everywhere. Poor
Claudia has to eat in front of the TV (tough, isn’t it?) because the dining
table is covered with boxes (and the cat… she loves boxes). My projects are all on hold and I’m going
absolutely stir crazy. Still, we went
out to Chappel Beer Festival last night and that was good. A date night with beer (although I ended up
on a rather nice medium-sweet perry) and chocolate – there was a chocolate
stall!
Fingers crossed we get a phone call today… Fingers crossed
that nothing is mortally wrong with that solicitor!
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