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!