We are trying to fend off our impatience that we still haven't moved house. Until Thursday, it was officially us causing the delay, and I was getting fed up with hectoring emails from our seller's estate agent, each one spelling my name wrong and containing more exclamation marks than any professional should use in their life, let alone one email. The main delay has been our mortgage - a combination of mistakes by the broker, inefficient communication by the lender, and us buying an unusual house (or rather an unusual number of fields).
By Thursday this was all finally sorted, and we spent a happy hour and a half with the solicitor, going through the results of the searches (all fine, thank goodness) and signing all our documents. Hooray!
Less than twenty four hours later I received an email from our own estate agents, beginning 'Hate to tell you this but...'. Our buyers have put their house back on the market. Their buyers, first timers who had seemed nice enough, had waited until we were all just about ready, and had demanded a large price reduction.
Our buyers (rightly) said no, and have re-advertised their house.
But today we are more sanguine. The menaces who caused this trouble may change their minds over the weekend when they realise nobody will give in to their bullying tactics. If not, our buyers may find a new buyer very quickly (it only took them a few days the first time).
I hope they'll wait. They'd be daft not to. The house we're buying is rather rural, with an unwieldy amount of land and a fair bit of damp. It's been empty for six months, and the heating currently isn't working. The chances of them selling to someone else more quickly than our buyers can sell is very slim.
All fingers are crossed that the pesky first time buyers come crawling back with their tails between their legs having learned a lesson, and we can all proceed as planned. If we have to start again with someone new at the top of the chain (who will need a new mortgage, and new searches), then it seems unlikely we'll be in by Christmas.
In the meantime we're sitting in cafes and crossing our fingers, and I've been off to visit my sister and her brand new dog. Because a new cheery dog and a trip to the seaside make everything better.