Buying and selling houses is the most stressful thing you can put yourself through. And the cost is inhibitive. Basically, you don't want to be doing it too often. But more stressful still, is the fact that I've fallen in love with this house. And so the day that the surveyor was going in was a BAD day for me.
Right up to this point, I'd been saying to myself that if his report was damming, we'd walk away from the house. But part of me, in my stupid head, had already moved into the house, started rebuilding and repairing it, reclaimed the garden blah blah blah.
The day the surveyor was going, I mooched around imagining the worst; the roof on the verge of collapse, woodworm, death watch beetle (whatever that is?) dry rot, subsidence. Being a professional, the surveyor, Tim someone, phoned from the house, wanting to know if we had any particular concerns. He quickly reassured us that the house is a big, solid, forgiving house and once the gutters have been cleared out, it'll be fine. But are we aware it needs a lot, yes, a lot of decorating. And that was it! An almost clean bill of health. So onwards and upwards. A celebration is in order. Well, maybe just a small one for now.
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