23 April 2016
Sun and clouds 18 degrees
You may have been wondering, dear reader, in the interval between when I last wrote on the 4 April and today - what has happened to Mr and Mrs Wearing and Not so Wearing? Alternatively you may have been getting on with your lives. For the insatiably curious therefore, do read on...
The phone had been very quiet during our trippette to the homelands and the wonderful Mrs Noddi so after I had ploughed through all of the emails which had accumulated over the week, I signed into Skype and rang his number. No reply so I left a message. This happened four times over the next few days and finally I got an email saying 'Bit handicapped after operation'. I rang immediately and of course he was next to his computer and it transpired that he had just had a shoulder operation. This was a major handicap to his making of a decision whether or not to buy in France. Because he could no longer use his right hand.
I gritted my teeth and asked him where he was with his thoughts on the two houses that he liked. There was a long silence and he said that there wasn't a garage at his favourite house but there was a pool. So would you want to offer on that one and try and find a garage to rent? Would she accept a cheeky offer. No she wouldn't. She thinks she has a mini Versailles and doesn't do email so I am obliged to ring her up every time and she goes on and on for at least twenty minutes, which fractures my nerves.
How about the other one - didn't his wife prefer it and isn't it better for her (you will remember all the houses which he chose where completely unsuitable for his wife and the other one, which I suggested, she loved and as it is single level, fully appropriate). She did like that one. He admitted. But it is not her money.
Have you discussed putting in an offer on that one? They had and he suggested an amount which, to my joy, was within spitting distance of the amount the owner would accept. Did he want me to put it forward? He did. I rang the owner who was not as flexible as I had anticipated but, trimming agency fees, we were about only five thousand euros apart. I rang Mr Wearing and told him the amount he would need to go to and there was a silence. Could they discuss it over dinner. I said I would ring the next day.
OH said not to hold my breath.
The next day I rang and he answered eventually and said he needed a bit more time to think about it so I said I would ring the next day. Guess what? So now I am giving him a week to think about it and told him I need a Yes or No answer as it is very unfair on the sellers. This is a man who has a wife and children and a number of properties. How long has it taken him to make all of these decisions??? Did he start very early, say when he was 12 years old. Why cant he just say no??
The two houses are very different. One is barely 100m2 with pool and over three levels and very pretty but very expensive. You can walk into town in about five minutes. The other is 2.3 times larger, has a garden and garage and room for a pool and is in excellent condition and also has a granny flat on the ground floor. It is also 13 percent cheaper.
He said fine. I was very wound up. But more was to come..... see next blog post A Pulverising Time
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