I had a very stressful weekend, as you could probably imagine, following my previous entry. Not only had we missed the deadline for getting the 10% house deposit in, we had also not heard anything about it. Usually I work on a no-news-is-good-news basis, but this was definitely not the case.
Despite wanting to tear the head off our financial advisors, I was especially angry at myself; I’d assumed that the process would proceed on time, and I blithely left it in the hands of the professionals who I’m paying to get it done – only to get a one-line email on Friday from them (after I’d chased them up several times), telling me that it hadn’t happened.
Naturally, there was no-one around on Saturday from the financial advisors or the solicitors, which did my temper no significant benefits, but – after about 2 hours of phoning – I finally got through to someone at the estate agents. They confirmed that it was probably not a major problem & was also not the end of the world, as this apparently happens occasionally.
We then got a letter through the door on Sunday from the solicitor confirming this & giving us a new deadline of this Thursday, so I was somewhat mollified. However, I’ve still not been able to get in touch with my contact at the financial planners, so my ‘urge to kill’ is definitely rising. I have (miracle of miracles) spoken to a secretary at the financial firm who told me that the necessary paperwork was sent this morning & should arrive at the solicitors by tomorrow, which would be ok… Overall, we will wait & see if this is the case. If it is not then I’m going to do my Hydrogen Bomb impression.
On the other hand, this Friday we’re going to Leeds. I hold out some hope that I’ll be in a slightly better frame of mind by then. And possibly not be in a truly toxic mood.
S