I viewed the flat. It was tiny and dark and couldn't be extended out the back because it's built into a hill
but we still could've moved it about to fit us over time. It was closest to where we are, I could still see *what it could be* and I'm not in any position to *love* a property. The vendor had refused an offer of 215 already so I offered 217 on the spot, which was as much as I could safely go to, discounting my deposit here
but allowing for fees and extra rent for the duration of the sale - but with fuck all left to do any work.
The vendor refused the offer but the estate agent called back the next day and said he was trying to negotiate the price on the property the vendor was after, to reduce it enough to accept mine.
I know this all sounds like estate agent bollocks but it wasn't, tbf. There's fuck all available locally, even for leasehold properties,
within my budget and there's barely anything else in the whole city (and NONE of those have a share of the freehold).
Anyway
I was just really not fussed one way or another about either of those events, heh, but thought I better sort the money out. Left my son's where it is - having already got ONE thing right and cashing in our stocks and shares ISA's at exactly the right time (but only when I put them in at a fairly stupid time but where that was the right thing to do THEN - they're worth what they were six months ago, at least
0) but went to take my daughters out and OH YES OBVIOUSLY you can't take money out of a Junior ISA until the child is 18 (which is fair enough - but I'd actually moved ALL her savings in, money *I* have saved for her and some my mum put into childrens bonus bonds for them a few years back, along with transferring her gov. child trust fund, which was the ONLY thing at that point in time that
couldn't still be cashed in
) so we were now £4500 down. Fucking hell.
I phoned the estate agents straight back and told them.
I can't be doing with pissing about and the vendor is an old man who wants to move to Littlehampton - I'm not going to hold him up.
I actually cried to the woman who answers the phone at the estate agents, who knows me well now
(I like her cos she does the same lowered tone/quieter/calm *sex education voice* my teachers used to do at school when they're broaching a difficult subject, hehe).
I did tell her 'I'll just cry today and then think of the NEXT THING to do tomorrow' - and I did. I had a small amount of valuables to sell so I had some antiques bloke round on Monday who's like Keith Richards.
At THIS point I am already acknowledging that we have to cram three of us into a two bed place - and I STILL have the stuff my mum dragged along with her, which I couldn't stand to tip down the rubbish chute in her/our block when I had to clear her flat 2.5 years ago (when I tipped LOADS of *important* stuff down it already) so it was time to deal with THAT now and I'm not bothered that young Keef is undoubtedly looking for bargains himself cos it's just clearing more stuff out and it has to be DONE.
I have about a grand coming from the tat that was left and he's 'researching' some other stuff, that I haven't committed to sell.
I opened up Help to Buy ISA's for myself and my son two days ago and stuck the first payments in today so that we'll effectively get another £800 from that scheme within the next couple of months, judging it'd likely take that long and also that we can't find the extra £350 my landlord is now charging while he's also started up a JustGiving page to get him to a fucking ComicCon event (long story, but true).
Anyway, the vendor had another offer yesterday and he's going with it, which is fair enough but OMFG. *sigh*
Soz for the batshit, illegible post. I'm just still packing/sorting/chucking and I have more time now to ebay every, single thing that might earn extra while we're now paying more rent.
There is ONE property left I could offer on but it's an ex-lha leasehold flat and it's far enough away that we'd also have to pay an extra £75 in bus passes. That might be worth it - we'd still be paying loads less - but I'm REALLY nervous about the leasehold stuff, although maybe I shouldn't be.
I'm trying NOT TO RUSH and I'm not feeling that stressed - none of these things take me by surprise anymore and I am sorting through stuff I've gone through multiple times before and being really rigorous in what I keep and what I don't, which feels like a good thing, tbf - but all three of us are really unsettled while I hold off and I am really, really tired, too.
My mortgage offer also depends on the one, single lender not changing their rules to allow all my tax credits AND child benefit to be considered and my age (48) means the mortgage period gets shorter, too.
I'm really tired of dealing with CHANGE and having to do it so constantly and so much *on the hop* while I have to try and cram all the every day stuff in and deal with the fucking dire situation at work, too and not being able to feed any of that back on a daily, or even weekly, basis to anyone but my kids, who're both being fucking
superb in their own, different ways.
Also, y'know - there are many, many ways we're
lucky, ffs! I JUST want to step off
for a bit.