We had a bit of a shock yesterday afternoon.
A shock so cataclysmic that we were forced to abandon our 'Mon-Thurs No Wine Rule' in order to steady our nerves.
Let me give you a clue......
Which professions would you say were the most untrustworthy?
Bankers must be right up there. Secondhand car sellers? Politicians, Telemarketers, Double Glazing Salespeople.....?
What about Estate Agents?
"A recent survey by Recruiter.co.uk found 59% of respondents ranked estate agents as the least trustworthy profession."
I wonder why.......
Late afternoon yesterday, I was still at work, putting the finishing touches to our latest workshop offerings when PP called me through to the office. She'd been clearing out some of her bookmarked favourites on the computer and there, on the screen, was the house we'd been hoping to buy, marked as SOLD!
Shocked and stunned doesn't even come close.....
After all, we had put in an offer on the property, which had been accepted, IN WRITING. Obviously, as we couldn't proceed, the house remained on the market, which is fine, BUT we were absolutely assured that we would be informed straight away if there was any other interest.
I immediately rang the estate agent, who was initially rather cowed and defensive. It transpires that an alternative offer was accepted several weeks ago and the sale is now well underway.
When pressed to provide an explanation why, as prospective buyers with an accepted offer we were not informed, he said he thought one of his colleagues had done so.
So we get a letter from the agents to confirm our offer has been accepted, pending the sale of our house, but we DON'T get a letter, or even a phone call, to let us know that the vendors have had a better offer and accepted it.
In fact we get bugger all information of any description and have to find out by chance on the internet.
When I, perfectly reasonably, asked why nobody in the office had thought to inform us, his initial defensiveness smoothly morphed into something more akin to arrogance.
Which, in my experience is the default setting of a large proportion of estate agents.
Having slept on it I'm making a concerted effort to be philosophical about things. After all, it's not the end of the world, worse things happen at sea, 'que sera, sera', *insert similar meaningless platitudes here* etc.
I'm sure that something even better will come along in due course.
I'm sure we'll soon sell our house (at least the pressure is now off to accept a ludicrous offer for a quick sale)
I'm reasonably sure that all the stress and worry of the past 5 months won't have any long-lasting side-effects other than an increased propensity for the odd glass (or three) of wine.
I'm also resolutely hopeful that on our house moving journey, we don't have to cross paths with Lampons of Eastbourne ever again..... nil points for effort and consideration on client care lads!